Clinging Desperately

October 13, 2003

It was probably just the smile
that lingered on past the hour
when lust and poetry expired. ~

I was laughing in the mirror
with some strange window into
the wishes of what I called love. ~

Again the wind burst down hard
with shattering drops of rain icing my heart by a grip of fear. ~

But still I went into that trance
pushed deep the need to see it all
as dreams and visions come to me.