SENSORIAL
   

This poem was written for a very special man, who in turn wrote one for me.

                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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