cross(ed) words

~for John
i found my (self) passion in words
(with you) sitting beside me not
knowing the intent was just to turn
the page became (relative-ly) full
(with you) authorship futile the reading
key (yourself) into the folios (the folds of)
me him you them they he she it pronouns never
fit (me) into (your) spaces given or taken (i)
crated words to suit (you climb into) the room
given situations and a lack of the space
between fear and sex lies
passion fit definitively in that space
(not four seven) retreat to view the (un) finished maze.

We play. We lose. We play. We win. We play.


03.14.03