Give me an inch, I will give you a mile.
A poem written for Mayen
March 10, 2009When It Rains, Love Pours..
When It Rains, Love Pours
Gray clouds cast shadows upon me
Depressing “Palls of Doom”, floating
Gazing through the gale, I see her
Her silhouette allows me to walk on water
I must fly on the wings of a steel bird
Hyperspace, an impossible and surreal option
My lips are wishing to land on her
My hands wanting to illuminate
And illustrate how soft and smooth she is
What will bring her to me?
Not the snake that I live within
But my heart, which wants her now
It wants to beat next to hers
Holding onto its desire with faithfulness
Mel Jr.
April 11,1999
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