Monogamy

I, watching her come to see me through various entanglements

thinking of complexities and how they're disappearing,

wondering, how the process of my life

could do anything better than teach me the truth.

I prefer a calmer world, of singular touches.

Warm hugs convey comfort of the soul.

So, no more games, there's no need.

A hand to hold for all tomorrows.

In needing my green eyes

I've freed myself

from the cold and hurt of the past.

She knows that in my touch

is a promise of truth

for the remainder of live.

Walking, again, beside love

we smile in moments.

Traveling new roads

seeking again, to touch dreams.

August 11, 1983

"3rd edit complete April 25th, 1998."