You
.
used
.
t
o
.
dance
.
i
n
.
the
.
mirror,
–
–
right
.
i
n
.
front
.
o
f
.
me,
–
–
topless
.
i
n
.
your
.
b
o
x
e
r
.
shorts,
–
–
showered
.
a
n
d
.
smooth,
–
–
clean
.
a
n
d
.
serene,
–
–
secretly
.
taunting
.
a
n
d
.
teasing
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ a
confused
.
a
n
d
.
naive,
–
–
United
.
States
.
Marine . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
did
.
n
o
t
.
believe
.
y
o
u
.
would
.
e
v
e
r
.
perceive,
.
.
t
h
e
.
.
eyes
.
t
h
a
t
.
barely
.
strayed
.
f
r
o
m
.
my
.
fitness
.
magazine,
–
–
until
.
t
h
e
.
evening
.
y
o
u
.
came
.
t
o
.
release
.
m
y
.
each
.
a
n
d
.
every
.
fantasy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
wrestling
.
m
y
.
resistance
.
to
.
t
h
e
.
barracks
.
floor,
–
–
wanting
.
s
o
.
much
.
more
.
t
h
a
n
.
I
.
ever
.
k
n
e
w
.
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ ecstasy
screaming
.
from
.
.
d
e
e
p
.
.
inside
.
o
f
.
me,
–
–
almost
.
n
o
t
.
believing
.
i
t
.
was
.
t
r
u
l
y
.
happening . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
How
.
m
a
n
y
.
times
.
h
a
d
.
I
.
quietly
.
spied
.
y
o
u
r
.
physique,
–
–
drawing
.
myself
.
n
e
a
r
.
only
.
i
n
.
dreams,
.
.
s
o
.
.
you
.
c
o
u
l
d
.
feel
.
m
y
.
exploring
.
fingers
.
b
r
u
s
h
.
against
.
y
o
u
r
.
rose
.
t
i
p
.
nipples . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Two
.
heartbeats
.
galloped
.
ablaze
.
a
s
.
whispers
.
ricocheted
.
off
.
o
f
.
neglected
.
lips . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Midnight
.
danced
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
blinds,
.
.
a
s
.
.
our
.
private
.
airline
–
–
continued
.
t
o
.
climb
.
throughout
.
t
h
e
.
night,
–
–
until
.
reaching
.
t
h
e
.
first
.
hint
.
o
f
.
daylight,
–
–
when
.
s
h
e
.
rolled
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
.
spiral
.
.
d
i
v
e
.
.
spinning
.
away
.
f
r
o
m
.
the
.
d
a
w
n
.
skies
.
beginning
.
t
o
.
rise . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
never
.
again
.
w
o
u
l
d
.
eyes
.
m
e
e
t
.
eyes,
.
.
o
r
.
.
reveal
.
what
.
w
a
s
.
felt
.
inside . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
sometimes,
.
I
.
still
.
think
.
o
f
.
you,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
the
.
innocent
.
desire
.
t
h
a
t
.
raged
.
throughout
.
t
h
a
t
.
forbidden
.
night . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
forbidden
.
night
.
s
w
e
p
t
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
forgotten
.
pages
.
o
f
.
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
ponder
.
whether
.
t
h
e
.
one
.
you’re
.
w
i
t
h
.
tonight,
.
.
h
a
s
.
.
discovered
.
more
.
t
h
a
n
.
just
.
romantic
.
candlelight,
.
.
f
o
r
.
.
a
.
forest
.
f
i
r
e
.
burns
.
inside,
–
–
every
.
t
i
m
e
.
midnight
.
d
a
n
c
e
s
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
blinds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ every
.
t
i
m
e
.
midnight
.
d
a
n
c
e
s
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
blinds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
.
recall,
–
–
re-ignite,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
revere
.
t
h
a
t
.
forbidden
.
night . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
forbidden
.
night
–
–
forever
.
l
e
f
t
.
behind.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 1999 in reflection of being passionately “drawn” to someone with the initials G.L. during an early, uncertain stage of romance back in my Marine Corps days. It felt exhilarating, ecstatic, and sometimes even devastating while surfing the highs, and lows, and highs for moments at a time during that early period of my life.