©October 20 1997 by Bongo Bear

These words are not
the reality you seek.

They are .....

My desire for you.
The wanting of the
Fingers that tease,
Hands that caress,
Arms that hold,
Lips that kiss,
Soul that seeks.
The aching for you.

Nothing but the shallow expressions
of my passion's depth.
The figments of nocturnal
dreams and daytime fantasy.
Electrons dancing frantically
upon the phosphorous screen.

Maybe someday .....
these words, these wishes
will come true.
Instead of the electrons,
It will be you and me.
Until then all I can do is
Make love with my words.

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