Lurk!
In the background (all) of my life
Has caused all sorts of strife
Eros? Ghost? Some kindly mixture
Of both?
At different times
Out of the shadows
He'd step.
Winsome smile
Burning eyes
Clothed in
Different names
Different games
Into my life
He crept.
Again. Again. Again.
A boy
A traveler
A firefighter
A rabble rouser
A muse
A producer
A yabba dabble-er
Heart Breaker
Mind Fucker
Yet!
Still,
My heart he always wins
or won
The moment he did
or done
He'll Be gone
Again. Again. Again.
So now I lay awake
Am I nuts?
To miss this putz?
Or is there something real true
Here...
At stake?
O when? O when? O when?
Again and again.
Again.
2.09.2010
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