"Wide is the gate, and broad is the  way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:..."  (MATTHEW 7:13)
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With the arrival of the dawning sun,
my love for you rose in the eastern sky;
I had heard you from far off distances
as you recited your poetry
in drumbeats that vibrated deep within.

My love swelled to dangerous proportions
within the walls imposed by my heart;
walls built as a defense against past hurts
and disappointments came crashing down,
leaving me exposed and vunerable:

(How could I compete with the memories
of failed love from the past and watch the
whores who gasped when you let them touch your pen,
who fondled the words dripping from it,
who encouraged you with kisses of fire?)

You will never see me in the background;
I am invisible, words, unsaid;
I didn't have the courage to approach;
I left before I cast a shadow
on the road to destruction before me.

It is better to dream of meeting you
instead of getting my heart broken ...
so, I'll be content reading your words,
watching the sun ascend in the east,
and pray to God that you won't die from AIDS.
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(c) 2005, by Karla Dorman.