By Starr         star_e@keltia.zzn.com
Date: 15 November 1999

In Admiration

If love were a friend of mine
your words would be true
and all of these games we play
would be getting me inside of you
Instead of being as close and angerous
as a forbidden breath
you would welcome my advances
and pray for just a little death
this is a primal dance of fire 
that you step with me
with longing and flirting with heartbreak
surging in a way you can't seem to see
every time our eyes meet
I write you love letters you'll never read
so I give you crisp autum leaves
hoping you will notice my aching need
Now, I will shun you a bit
trying not to look upon your face
running and dodging my feelings
still seeking your eclesiastic grace
if love were a friend of mine
all your words would be true
Aphrodite would have shaken your heart
and given you a clue.