August 31, 2000

august 31 7:29 a.m.

without trust there is no intimacy

without trust there is no us

i sit at my desk looking up at the sky through the trees as it

grows light

somewhere lovers are still sleeping

her head lays against his chest as his arm holds her to him


or his body curls against her’s from behind as they lay in semi –

fetal position

or perhaps they are making love in the cool morning air and blue


where are you ? you sleep this very moment in our bed.

the sense of loss