By nikki
Date: 23 November 2000

Near Lessons

You can talk dirty to me at 5 o'clock in
the morning and the beer-soaked words will ring false
in my memory.  For a moment I was desired by
the object of my obsession, or maybe it was just
that I would wake two days later and forget that
you whispered to me in your self-induced passion, and
know that one day earlier your name was on my
lips in my own crazy lust-filled moan uttered in
the dark.  Wait one week and no one will remember
that I could have been the beer-goggles chick, and
after four years maybe I'll forget that I was seduced
by the ghost of a figment of my imagination.  Give
me a lifetime and maybe I just might learn how
NOT to settle for half a dream.

NL 9/18/00