Friday, July 14, 2006


How many times today
have I smelled you?
tasted you?
hearing the low rumbling baritone
of another man
I wished it was you
around the corner
behind the door

How can I exsponge you from my mind
now that I've let you
permeate and penetrate
my body?

Each new ride
begins uncharted
a roadtrip to nowhere - special
traipsing over new hills
around new corners

Could familiar terrain
each time seem
so raw and new?
untrodden by another


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