By Erik Shear erikshear@bigplanet.com
Date: 13 January 1999

Scratching the Surface

 Scratch the surface
Friend.
A friend on the surface
A lover underneath.

In the deepest 
And darkest recesses of
My soul
My heart beats.

It holds a love for you
Unequaled  to any except 
To that of God.

If my love where a crystal vase
In which you could measure 
My love for you. 
You would find that all the water in all the oceans
Would not be enough to fill it.

All I want to do 
Is give all of it 
And all of me to
You.

I've submerged you beneath me,
Into my naked emotion. 
Which I have kept  hidden.
No Barriers.
I lay exposed.

Now I ask you: Friend.
What if any,  
Lies beneath the surface,
Of you? 

       Erik Shear