By Chris Haske haskecr@whitman.edu
Date: 28 November 1998

cascading love

She dives over me
her body cascading
over my rigid form.
And I break into
twittering convulsions
and cannot seize shaking.
I melt into the
wet chill grass and
into love.  I
restrain my arms
from reaching out
and grabbing her
and squeezing 
and squeezing
and squeezing, but
my eyes and
gigantic smile
do all the embracing
necessary ... for now.
I flail about swinging
my head, the scarf ends
reaching out into the
air like tentables
hopefylly wrapping 
her up in my 
magnamious charm.
And on this night
I beleive
in true happiness
with love stained t-shirts
and eyes to the sky
on the verge of rain.


10-13-98