Maddening--
The thoughts you derive from me.
Without your touch,
Your embrace to guide me,
I cling to unspoken desires.
The churnng within,
Like ice melting from the inside,
Overtakes me.
I am helpless.
Even in the dark recesses, I close my
Mind eyes tight
Against the blaring fires you kindle.
They spring up without fuel
Only my vunerablity to feast upon.
The battle that ensues
For custody of my resolve
Delivers me.
June 24, 2002
