4 November 2000

The heat of passion
Cannot create
And in time fashion
That which endures and brings me such joy
I'll not equate
The love you give
In one day's ration
With all the happiness I've accrued
As long as I've lived
You eternally wicked, beautiful boy.

Hunger I must
Daily wanting
Giving my trust
To a man who plays me with such artful skill.

You are haunting
My very dreams
My soul's lust
Making you smile is my fondest wish
It's always seemed
That you've meant much more to me than I could say.