By Erica Naone (LadyFebruary@yahoo.com)
Date: 8 June 1999

Reaching Through the Haze

Cover me with your plastic dream.
Look at me writhing in filmy light.
I wrap dust around me as my scarf,
Gaze into you with dying eyes.

If you were to hold me, my iridescent world would disappear,
your crushing fingers
burst me into floating drops of dew.

Approach me with your chilling lips.
Reveal me bound in withering vine.
I wrap truth around me as my veil,
Weep for you with smiling heart.

If you were to kiss me, my transcendental gauze would disappear,
your needy tongue
would force me into swirling spots of fog.
If you were to want me, the wanting in itself
would be enough that I could never find you anywhere.