April 3, 1997

Far too Close to Home

I see her breast,

its gentle slope alluring,

her slender waist,

gracing hidden joys beneath

the swelling curve of hip and thigh,

and dream and shed a sigh ...

how would it feel to love her,

close clutched upon her breast,

and feel her body move on mine

released to passion’s flame

if somehow it could be managed

alone

where none could hear our cries

...  I’m drawn to think

before I know it’s wrong

and stop, or try,

rushing once again

to my pen and paper

and

at last

my knees