By Gala
Date: 31 August 2000
Stunned
Walking around punch drunk,
dopey,
feeling-that-not-quite-real
sort of silky surreal
my dear lord what did I do
to deserve your love---
or have I ever earned
enough points in heaven
to really know you
in this life?
Can't quite focus the brain
because the heart is surging
with what you said
and what you meant---
and I felt the truth
of every damned word.
Part of me dances
and the rest wants to warn you off,
explain that I snore,
draw diagrams of the scars
with locations and dimensions,
mention the stretch marks,
and provide full disclosure
so you can never say
that I fooled you at all.
Sun warmed by your love
languid as a lizard
I long for you and your words
and curse myself
for not being the dream walking
you insist on thinking me.
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