and my mind replays my images of you
your ways in love
your ways in hate
when filled with Chilean rage
your ways in laughter
dark and ironic
laughing at my flaws
which when younger I would never allow
your ways in dancing
vibrant, effortless and pure
As I observe my worthless feet
Your way of looking at me
I gaze at the distant crowd and street
devoid of interest
the mundane move
The despondent despair
the ignorant ignore
The content congregate
The Dead die
The Living somehow live on
never quite real or dream
But, no place for such as me
my own particular brand of refugee
from my wayzzzzzzzz
past losses grievous
Myriad menageries
demons deep
Yet defiant standing
my ways in love
My ways in hate
my ways in dreams
My ways in loving you.......on the street corner at night
at your school your faithful servant seeking
another dose of Love and
majestic sensuality to continue the dream........
your way of looking at me across the street
Your step quickens
Your eyes afire as mine meet yours
sun blazes brighter
the crowd spreads
like the peripheral thoughts in my mind
no matter of consequence..only you....only you and me now.....our world
my heart races like a grand prix
oceans of time
Oceans of place
I cry I laugh we kiss we hold fast and tight our flesh our souls
one and together our ways make love real and the dream will never die
Te amo mi diosa.........