I set alone in my room watching time go by, TV monitors to the out side world are my only view of her face, each one telling me her story, her walk through sands of an hour glass,

I see her smile, an I smile, her eyes tell me her secrets, her whispered dreams, as I hold her close to me, my heart is know longer alone, as I remember our days,

The seconds, minutes and hours, display us, as time stands still just so that I may view her once more,

She’s embedded in my memory; her words are of a silo wet, soft sweet, as I know them to be, I have began again with her,

She has captured me in a trance, an the slow motion of moments guide me through a angels journey, soft rose pedals lips kiss me, given me pleasure I have never known, I wrap my arms around myself, in my four cornered room,

The walls reflect her image, her shape haunts me, filling her shadow sets my soul on fire, sleep arouses my awareness of her near me, and without thought I fall into an angels dream,

kiss me as though you have never kissed me before, I cry out, hold me as though you will hold me no more, warm me like the devils fire, please me like it was the last time, excite me, more, make me insanity of us become a reality,

blurred visions of once more, came to me as she became real, from my monitors, a mans burning desires controlled what was left of me as I alone stood in the middle of a four cornered room,

A mirage of needs


To Orlando