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Possessed

"Possessed" - 11/28/03

my soul
she was moonlit
and yes we
were longing
to speak
with someone else
as doleful
as us

all humor
aside I'm
admitting I've
failed you
by unveiling
more than
I'll ever
deem yours

- - -

though I fear
now I'll hoard
hope away
yet it wasn't
my intent
(to repeal
so well-spent
a fortune

in feeling)
I promise
I'm tossed and
train-reckoning
vacuous
floating
above us
blue angels

Chagall-like
imitating
lust with an
innocence
only love's
child playing
dress-up
could muster

like young
Shirly Temple
ear-to-ear
this was
no breath
for reflection
no room for

pride's pause