for Melissa
No tutored soul could ready me for this,
A girl with whom I partake great delights
This myth, this creature fills my mortal bliss
With endless days and ever-ready nights
But myth alone fills thimbles of desire,
A thready light meant to make life complete
Our playful tale begins and ends with fire,
A burning want, yet burned twice in defeat
I've held her in my arms, I know her touch;
A dream from which I never want to wake
To offer her, though seems I haven't much,
Mere men mess up the miracles I make
My love, you leave, and when you leave, know true:
Though myth to some, I trust in all that's you.
