my dearest , my gleaming flower, my lover..

i'll be your companion through the empty streets of life and your guardian through the crowded allyes..

to write or verbalize who i am when nothing i feel, wish, or desire can be

translated into words, is a dismal attempt to create a poster announcing nothing..

at times a fragment of my wish or desire creeps into

the universe of letters like fragments of a lost scroll showing up in a sterile

museum display; out of place, irrelevant and meaningless. it is however part of

me, an element in creating the entity i call me. in it, one finds nothing and

another finds all there is..

you, are my surprise, the ocean at the edge of the Sahara,

the oasis in the midst of sand domes. an island in an ocean of calamity.

you are the unexpected pleasure coming from pain

you are what you should be as you should be "perfect"

i shall turn your dreams in to feasts of ecstasy and pleasure

your body and soul shall be forever mine to please

i am ...