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,
.
.
u
n
t
i
l
.
.
the
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
.
.
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 . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ my
fingers
.
b
r
u
s
h
e
d
.
against
.
y
o
u
r
.
rose
.
t
i
p
.
nipples . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Two
heartbeats
.
galloped
ablaze
.
a
s
.
whispers
ricocheted
.
o
f
f
.
of
neglected
lips . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Midnight
danced
.
u
p
o
n
.
the
blinds,
.
.
a
s
.
.
our
private
.
a
i
r
l
i
n
e
.
continued
.
t
o
.
climb
.
throughout
.
t
h
e
.
night,
.
.
u
n
t
i
l
.
.
reaching
.
t
h
e
.
first
.
hint
.
o
f
.
daylight,
–
–
when
.
s
h
e
.
rolled
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
.
spiral
.
.
.
d
i
v
e
.
.
.
~ she
rolled
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
.
spiral
.
.
.
d
i
v
e
.
.
.
spinning
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
spinning
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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
.
s
t
i
l
l
.
think
.
o
f
.
you,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
the
desire
.
t
h
a
t
.
raged
throughout
.
t
h
a
t
.
night . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
forbidden
night
.
s
w
e
p
t
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
forgotten
pages
.
o
f
.
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
wonder
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
dances
.
u
p
o
n
.
the
blinds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ every
.
t
i
m
e
.
midnight
dances
.
u
p
o
n
.
the
blinds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
recall . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
re-ignite . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
re-energize
.
t
h
a
t
.
night . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
.
n
i
g
h
t
.
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.