A Fraction of Me

7/28/96

A true love once told me I was incorrigible.
An ex constantly complained about my desire.
A friend told me I was just one large hormone.

I wrote something during a drunken expression,
the writing is scribbled, but I understand it.
The great panpipes playing into my head,
I traveled that path into the beast:

I emit and I explode.
I am life within the sticky honeycomb,
living within the limitation of my instructions,
fretting against my angst.

I love, I breathe, I cherish.
I believe in person immemorial,
I believe in life expounded.

I have a choice. I am animal.
I exude, I expire, I experience.
I frolic like Pan, the grand eternal Watcher.
My gonads secrete,
create the internal cloven feet.

Succubus consume me,
life envelope me,
passion teach me,
vision meet me.

I can't read the rest,
but it's a charming vision
about the reality of my person,
the wisdom of moderation,
and the need to the express yourself,
fully, completely, totally.

There's always a time,
there's always a place.
Don't think it's all of me,
just a part of me.

Remember the honeycomb,
and find another facet.
I'm afraid I hold no gemstones,
but I might know the way to open doors.