Wednesday, January 30, 2002 1:17:06 AM



Uncertain



Uncertain—a fearsome word—

Of how much he values me

I value him so—

Enough, to make light of

Uncertainty



If a decade rolls by—

And I were still uncertain, I

Would dry up from—

Neglect.

Like, a deflated bubble



Mister K. Love me.

Love me much.

And love me just enough

Seek to understand me—

Unless,



It’s not worth the effort?

If, so, then, let’s one of us

Counter-offer for another

Contract. Let’s frustrate

This one! -Possible?



But—my heart would ache

And sour up—outside in.

Because, I love you Boy

So much to the point I’m—

Desperate.



Feverish, of which a

Waft of cinnamon sometimes

Heals.

Yet, what I truly, barely desire

Is -