I stare into your portrait and wonder
A million thoughts
Engulfed with many visions
Real and surreal
Do you really exist?
Or does my mind play tricks on me?
Is reality subjective or objective?
Although I search deeply
The color of your eyes escape me
It is not so much that thoughts are fleeting,
So much as it has not come to clarity
Lips sweetly together
Looking to be kissed gently
Perhaps kiss back roughly
As I think about your voice
And it’s soothing sound
I am captured without a fight - 7/24/06
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