Crystal
The sounds are like crystal singing - I ring you -
Her profile looked a lot like yours,
the same ebony hair with golden pieces sewen about.
As if it wasn't enough - I love you,
I wrote you letters; they were never responded to;
I wrote letters I knew I would never send you.
All because I was afraid of you;
Your frame is built small;
birthed from the family of a Vietnamese Goddess;
your lips are like pale fire;
they burn me.

The sting of your tongue hurts
but I just want to
taste more of it.
I want to feel more of it.

I yearn for you-
Your jeweled eyes-
beady when you anger-
but always soft when you speak to me.

I never would have loved
you so much if you had just
stayed away like I asked.

When you left,
you finally listend.
Must it take a tragedy to finally
understand love?
Why did you finally listen too late?
-end-
Laura L. May Copyright 2002
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