Do not follow
where the path leads.
Go instead where
there is no path
and leave a trail.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

sometimes i would just like
to disappear into the mist and
not be seen for a while; bitter me
can't do that - because i
am too preoccupied with what
was in front of me.
you.

take me away; i would like to go
there where dreams are few
and the sun sets always. take me
there where my heart beats not,
and my breath is nothing but
a murmur in the wind. blind me there
where stars shine once every millenia and
realitites are but distant memoirs
of old men and even older memories.
you.

feel my chest throb of hunger
for your hands; how about a light tap
on the buttocks to affirm my
life's worth? or would you rather just
spend afternoons sitting by the
front porch, and talk about having a baby?
give me your hand, and let me massage
your palms until you begin to fall
asleep; don't be afraid of my light.
you. just you.