By TracyS
Date: 27 November 2000

Miss May

Like a melody, with scant lines remembered
   lapping the inside of my head
is the idea of you
  At the first moment of silence
I hear your voice
  When my sight turns inward
I see your face, your cursed blue eyes
 Fantasies of touching your hair
  kissing your lips
Steals my breath
 Even the screenplay of my dreams
   cast you as leading lady love
How am I then to continue
  with you holding my senses hostage?
Ransom set by me
Paid by me.