By tonya, tonya@oregontrail.net
Date: 19 October 1999

Torn

mmmm, those eyes
ice blue and enchanting, enhancing, and oh so romancing
i plead,  i beg
please turn your head
my knees are weak
an intoxication of midori and curiosity
it oozes over my heart and meanders down my mind
like mealting
ice
damn, gotta love those peaches
and those spiders
weaving a shiny web of relationships
or lack there of
a moment in time, my time
time out
if not for the distance and lovers that occupy our beds, our hearts and i could
go on and on about the
why nots
but why not the what ifs?
and hows? and whys?
damn your peaches and damn your tree
im happy with him, im happy with me
but this seed mr. appletree
will it grow to be
a straight up temptation and infatuation
watered with conversation to maturation
fed lust for fertilization
and placed on a sunny windowsill?