A modern poem . With an eye half open and an eye half closed, it's amazing how one can find ways to see things with crystal clarity. I wanted so badly to call, write, message you in any way, but if that is as wrong as it may be, it may be right all the same. I could SMS one of your many numbers, which would be too direct. I could give you a satellite call, which would be too personal. I could e-mail you , to tell you what you might not want to hear or what I might not want to write. So in a sleepwalking tip toe compromise I write what I do want to say to you and promise you the future, the freedom and the fornication from my wicked and wild world wide website. . It's time for me to sleep and dream my undetermined dreams. All is vague, all is a blur -can't keep my weary eyes open- yet, I remember your profile -even with my eyes closed- and I can't help but think... I want to touch your face. . MdG 7-2-2003


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