By MJGore
Date: 4 March 1999

Is this?

What this is:  Something I will look back on eventually and laugh over, 
except that I am already pent up with memories I don't yet have.

What this is: Dissolving....when I think of the mere hand draped casually over the top of the glass, a quarter full of red wine, the hand that later held mine,
my body flies away, dissolved at the nipples, as sand shifts suddenly to sea.

What this is:   Lust?  That does it no justice, because of this stubborn fondness.

Could it be?