9/23/2002 01:57:00 PM

how many times have i pushed you from my mind
only to have you reemerge without my consent
intent is without meaning
youth and urgency a fence between us
feigned propriety and conflicted trust
what keeps this from erupting
into that roll of the dice
that momentarily risks the future for the present
and with fevered hand lets go of what one
desires the most, impassioned and haunted
by what is known and half known
desired and feared, courted and rejected
time and again held back by preperceptions
of trajectories untaken but clearly uncontrollable
a disruption that towers above all others
transforming what will be without asking
banning and opening at will paths seen and unseen
this is love in our day

{ 09-20-02 - 5:10pm
in black ink
on the back of a
Dallas Public Library Fine/Fee Receipt }