10-5-91 Cold, Deep Water


To love the unobtainable
Gentle layers of crisp linen around the heart
Extensions of diseased perfectionism
Will not touch this pure ideal.

To dabble with the available
Wrinkled by first contact,never held again
By the same smile,warming the center no more
Perverted by my own participation.

Contrast shifts,colors and conditions flip
Negative exposures see light
From a quickly opened door
Hinged on perspective

To write on either side
Of a body of cold,deep water
One actual,one self appointed
Both so far from the center
Shows me that I can be warmed and not burned
That pain can make me love stronger
And the flicker of a flame
Will not burn the world to the ground.