You spoke of rain dancing in the gutters
Of the all engulfing storm
With your words
You trapped my attentions

Listening to your recital
Words stirring emotions within
The beauty of your images
Equaled the beauty of your body

It was difficult to remain attentive
While the others read
My heart and mind were elsewhere
Across the room with you

Fighting the desire to stare
Neither hair, eyes, nor lips
But the cooperation of all
Produced your beauty

Wanting to approach you
Talk with you of your thoughts
Yet that would be awkward
And somehow contrived

Desire of the spirit
Attraction to one kindred
Yet it is best to bury my feelings
Like the body of a bird fallen from the sky

-megazone, base instinct and higher reason working together, 12/1/92

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