lornapoetry by davidjoannes, december, 2007

that explains it
how i so often feel:
     secluded or
          caught inbetween

i’m in limbo

.fuzzy static i want to be clear
but it all is fuddled and foggy:
                        until you appear


there is a long path
there is a longer journey
there is destination?

i grew up far from here. there
in a place (impossibly)foreign
to me now.how is it that every
where i am transforms into the


i am foreign. it defines me.

     in the folding of your softly
     hands around my face slender
     fingers on my face your
     eyes embrace me
     you are my…

.i am home.

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