By Victoria  (JipsieOne@aol.com)
Date: 17 June 1998

no title

what do you do
with a love you cannot have?
it sinks like a stone in your heart,
restless sleep, finally awaking,
on the edge of a winged dream
I smile, feeling you were just here,
the reality of the sensation 
is inspiring,
but you are not here,
and so I wonder,
what do I do with this?

I would like to drain the love out of my body,
make a cut between my breasts,
drop by drop empty myself of this,
add a cutting of my hair,
annoint the bottle with 
the liquid of my sex.

make it a last gift to you,
make you swear to keep it with you always,
the constant evidence of my devotion
might do more for you,
as it does nothing for me.