From: Louise To: "CLB" Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 15:29:13 +0200
she wrote to me I wrote to her
the sun and spring bring things
but not her to me.
the excuses for work around me
my summer solstice friend still alone.
shivers down my spine now
reading her words as if, for the first time,
I do not know her.
evolution takes us places we cannot understand
emotions wrack us with fear as well.
how sexy is she, really.
how beautiful the girl on the bus?