liberation of situation


the look in your eyes was breathtaking
as we fell to earth at long last
and for a moment or twelve I could respect you
a feeling I would like to last awhile
for some odd reason beyond my comprehension

the weekend was spent in euphoria
or euphony, unlike any others we'd seen
since nothing went as expected
but that was no damper upon our felicity
when it came right down to it

and any pain you felt was not inflicted by me
for once, and whatever callousness I felt
was not on my attitude for once, and we weren't
affirming or wielding our power-trips for once,
and for once we were alone in your home

the word I will not use to describe anything
about our weekend is "despite" -- no matter what
adversities befell us or what conceptualizations
went askew, our days and enjoyment went on
and on and undaunted we continued merrily

the look in your eyes was breathtaking
as we said our goodbyes after the genuineness
of our conversation, and regardless of any logic
which will seep through with time some part of me
wishes we were still where we were the other day.


					m3  10/17/92 12:50am