Friday, December 27, 2002 12:16:20 AM



I almost forgot

The shot of high that only

Comes with an extreme

—



(Again I commit the blasphemous crime of using the pen to the nearness of this extreme—)



But reminded,

Of this fit that

Can only be love.

Have I found His best for me?

A fit a man could not devise

A love that could not cynically exist



May I?—

I want to be with you till I die

I’ll try to make it last

I’ll live, I won’t die

Before my time

Regret the times I think of it

Lifetime.