Yet More, Itís True

I fight, I battle
hour by hour
the urges that I feel inside
as all I am calls out
for just one touch;

One sweet caress,
one gentle kiss
from you
yet more, itís true.

I tell myself society
has made this love
into a three-ring circus
where clowns rebound
in grand hysteria.

One sweet caress
one gentle kiss
from you
yet more, itís true.

I seek the stars
that shine in silence
in the dark of indigo
and feel a dream
that streams in ecstasy.

One sweet caress
one gentle kiss
from you
yet more, itís true.

I realize peripherally
that still, I stand alone
for in this battle we once
fought together
one alone remains,
in truth.

One sweet caress
one gentle kiss
from you
yet more, itís true.

A battle rage is building,
coming from the deep
where spirits guard
the point of no return
and lightning flashes
in the void of endless night.

One sweet caress
one gentle kiss
from you
yet more, itís true.

Red to white
the power rises
conquering it all
in hazy mists;
a dragon roars and falls
melting into radiance again.

One sweet caress
one gentle kiss
from you
yet more, itís true...

? Michaelette ?

4/20/2001
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