...Hmmm another warm night ahead of me... The air sprayed with vanilla, pollen and some distant memories...

I will be sitting on the front porch, again counting stars like counting those little, amazing dots in your eyes...

Again the sky will be my carpet to kneel on, I will say those heavy words and wish you were here... To wipe off the pain, to splash of my fears, my agony...

Have you been searching lately? Have you found what you've been looking for?

Make your answers match mine, like the glove matches the hand or the wedding ring that tiny, shaky finger...

Another humid nite ahead of me... Scratching my nasals, tickling my soul, marching thru me like a small army...

I will reach for the dews coming down the walls of faith...

I will keep it on my palm, the little drop of predicted reality... Oh joy, will my palm dry it or keep it moist...

I will keep it anyway, for you to taste it with your lips, to lick it off my palm-lines of life...

You will then engrave your line of love into my hand, whisper my name and add some mist into my vision...

I will then see it all clear, carried with the star dust, simplified by the rules of nature...

Curves...the beat....take a breath, feed me with your atoms of courage and exhale the vibrant unity of two bodies...

I will stand by, always...

One year or two? Give me the millisecond of your pure, devoted love...

I will live long enough to give the same every millisecond of my existence...

Reach for my hand tonite...

Look at those stars... note that my eyes will rest on one of them, that my sigh will travel thru the air to rest on your lips and that my soul will tuckle you in before fall asleep...

Reach for it, you will feel it...

Nermina © 2001