2002Nov15
She is consumed by words
Perfection reflected through a proximity
Of time and space – past is present
Is dream time… must heal from Leticia,
Or sort out my feelings and express them.

[first page of a different journal beginning 2002Jan]

She is consumed by words. My words I hope are unaffecting. I want to preserve her, though I devour her with my eyes and ears. I do not want to be in control, but I say I do. I just want to sense her, feel and hold.