By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 26 October 1998

Just Words, Not Containers

How can I ever
hope to capture
the range of emotion
you fill me with by
allowing me to love you?
There are these words
that come out of
my pen like the
stains of my blood on
the canvas of me.
But these feeble
attempts to texturize,
to softly caress your
heart as you have
always caressed mine,
can only describe what it is
like to want to tell you...
It is in the silence that
has no texture
the real look
the real touch
the real me
that I can ever hope
to let you know...

10/26/98