Rare are the days, but precious, that I know
A glimpse of you. Enshrined behind your glass,
You will not see me standing far below
So in my daily pilgrimage I pass
Just once, in hope to satisfy these eyes
And thirsting heart, that drink you in like wine.
Challenge me once to put off this disguise,
Kiss me with your soft mouth, and you would find
Ecstatic warmth in my embrace.... I weep
No tears, of course, for though I press no claim,
Dream on I shall, both waking and asleep,
Offering lover's tokens in this game
Fatal and fond; and prudent silence keep
Forevermoreunless you call my name.
November 13, 1993