16 Mar 00

Familiar

I want to tell you

But fear that it will push you away

And I would rather have you here

For the seconds, the minutes

How ever long you will stay

I long to ask you:

If you think of me that way,

What we are accomplishing here?

With the love we make -

In this bed we lay

I desire to know

And hope you feel just so

But can I handle the word

Could I handle no?

Somehow I don't think so

By

Everett E. Phillips, III