held silently
I embrace you
with my eyes,
never knowing you
from within and daring
you to overflow
your boundaries;
always hoping
how it will be;
inescapable moments of
fleeting passion are
lost in a wilderness
of responsibilities;
overwhelmed by the
mores of your past;
vicariously abandoning
the rocky arms that
envelope and sustain
your private existence;
your murky and ashen current
is the external opiate
that deadens my wings and
unconsciously dissolves me
in your obscurity.
October 1976
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