how to long step the desire to touch

beauty exists only in struggle

torn in pains of desire and torment...
she screams to no one

shed of reds and pinks

if the moon and the sun
were to shine as one
which would you follow?

his breath hot and moist
against the curves of her breasts
she moaned as he moved

june 1998

i still remember his name
the vacuity in my heart
as the door slammed shut
the very last time.