one day

one day he will come along

and he will read each and every word

of each and every poem.

he will want to

and he will ask me if it's okay

and know how voyeuristic 

and how precious 

and what an honor it is.

he will understand each one 

and won't be jealous or offended

or offend me with a question.

instead he'll tell me he knew that 

i would have written them down in blood,

if i could have

and i'll say yes, 

or on my very body,

or imprint them on my soul

and he'll say yes and hold them dear

and in turn hold me

2004