Missing
By Chris Kramer
I gaze into the night seeking recognition and comfort, an eye relationship with twinkling stars my only solace. Mind adrift as a lone object in space, weightless and black ... black and weightless ... as I search for definitive face. One that interprets cognitive thought, engages in ribaldry and religion, a tongue hot with flame ... a flame hot with tongue ... a passion for presence. One that re-creates willing dreams, comforts of security and sexuality. Partner with love ... love with partner ... while I see with twinkled stars and gaze at mother earth for recognition and comfort. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 10:35 AM PST, Chris Kramer 0 • 1
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"I gaze into the night seeking recognition and comfort,..."