09 Jan 2006 05:29
I feel like taking my clothes off in your presence, leaving my coverings as tributes on rocks. I waste myself in longitude and a latitude which will never know our lascitude, the rocky shore of our encounter in a dreamworld of poetry. I connect to you as many who pale to your feeling, your sincere rapture which accompanies the depth of poetry. To you I erect a sycophancy of all poetry which should be written in a downpoour of rain and lightening. I only hope that someday we shall meet.