By Gala
Date: 14 October 2000
Imagine My Joy
Imagine my joy---
a heart that speaks the same obscure tongue
that I do and oh my god
wants to claim the odd job mish mash of emotion
I have hidden for so long
because no one really wanted it.
Industrial sized, industrial strength
too much, just too much
who the hell would welcome a massive dose
when a little goes a long way?
Imagine my joy,
the first time we touched
palm to palm,
heart to heart
lips soft to hard and back
and I felt it---
that you could take it all,
every bit---
and my sorrow had been
that no one would take
what I was terrfied to offer.
Your sorrow had been
that no one could give
as much as you needed
to feed that hungry heart.
And oh more------
you kissed me
without glancing about
to make sure no one was watching.
You touched me
like I was your fondest wish come true
because it made me feel grand and glorious
and when I glowed
you drank in that light
and never said it hurt your eyes,
It wasn't too much,
I wasn't too much
and just maybe
I was everything
you ever thought about asking for
but didn't.
Imagine my joy---
i turned
stumbled
and fell into your arms and heart
and baby
my sweet darling man
I don't ever want to leave.
Imagine my joy.
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