I don't want to talk
about the state of the union
or about Jada's hair
or about the price of milk
I want to hold you in my arms
wrap my soul around your love
and talk
without saying a thing.
I don't want to write
an essay on
The Suffering of Modern Woman
or an article
for the student paper
I want to put pen to paper
and let the whispers that
haunt my heart
slide into eternity
I don't want to think
about how I'm gonna pay the rent
or what tests I have to take
or what the rest of my life holds
I want to think about the color of your eyes
when you laugh
the sound of your voice
when you cry
the touch of your hands
when you love me.
I don't want to be alone
for life
for birth
for change
I want you to be there
touching me
whipsering to me
holding me
all through my life.
J.
Wednesday, March 31, 1999
J said - Must reality interfere w/dreams?
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