I watch without watching;
smile without smirking;
bathe in the warm glow of your joy,
starving.
Your joy resounds, and
while shaken, I find myself
painless -
just hungry,
deprived of my dreams.
And so, I know -
my love is just hunger,
my lust just a wishful thought,
my desire is for normalcy,
not you.
lying to myself, again.
What other way to know no hate/pain/fear?
3.5.2002 JV