A strange charm,
a fatal pull
a drunken surge of passion
creeping into the backwaters of my mind
carving its obscure hieroglyphics onto the walls of my cave-like heart
slipping into the persona I call my own,
but have long ago abandoned to the horseplay of my ego, my lust, my fate
controlled, controlling; being, being:
the click of his camera shutter captures
the out of focus snapshot my life has become.
Incidental to my confusion
is he
- swiftly caressing and then gone forever
loving me in my presence
indifferent to my existence when away
my descriptions of him and me
ooze wondrous caricatures of a mature union
call it what you will
its strength scares me shitless
1998
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