'I would talk to you
..of many things..'

The last yellow leaf...
clinging tenaciously..
to it's illusions..
......
the chorus of birds..
symphony of scavengers...
as they fight for..
the last crumbs of fall.

the face of strangers...
as they look at each...
imagined conversations..
in my head...

the pride with which..
a ring is worn...
saying, Look!!..
I have someone..

a cold winter rain..
the depression it forces..
in our lives...

the wonderful heat..
of the sun...
on your face...
when the air is brisk..
the wind calm...

all these and more...
speak volumes..
a rush of words..
impossible to notate..
and lost with the breath..
of time...
only a dim remembrance..
left in my ear..
poems lost in the clutter...
of life...

stupid jealousy..
when I hear a phrase..
in a song and feel..
why didn't I think of that..

...............

the aura of your pain..
around the edge of your words...
a dark blue glow...
that echoes the depth of the sea...
I would I could be...
an island where...
you can stretch on the sand...
warmed by the love of the sun...
and rest from your ceaseless struggle...
to stay a float...

..................

My hand over my heart
when I read your words.
....

the night...
can you feel your bed..
tremble with the throbbing...
of my desire...
my need so great...
I fear...
it would consume you..


cerebral fantasies engulf me.

cerebral images absorb my soul...

cerebral love, flavor so exquisite..

but like Chinese food...

leaves you yearning..

hungering...

for something more substantial...


~SAS