By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 18 May 1999

Cool Draft

(aching)

my heart 
is not used
to being open
to suggestion

my limbs shudder
with the most simple
thoughts
ideas
fantasies
desires

you voice fills me
widens my smile
and I grip this reality
tightly
forcing myself to hold on

I search for fault
and I even think I find
IT
until I realize
You are genuine
and I have
NEVER
Wanted to run so badly

(i look at my toes)
Don't Move!
Not yet!
(my eyes close)
let me just enjoy his
cool draft
through my 
open heart
for a while longer.