You walk the meadows of my unconsciousness
weaving threads in dreams
You, a tantalizing stranger
from another time zone
another shore
I can only reflect
with bated breath
in time elapsed
What excitement, sensation,
stimulus
next
Your face dominant
minute by minute
Your energy,
your will
tugging me
Repress aspirations,
Why?
A chance I don’t stand
The undertow stronger than I
You win
Declare I do
my love today
TeAnne...June 24. 1997©
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