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Expressing One's Love
Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com)
dnb-as1s50.erols.com
Wed, May 14, 1997 at 2:15PM

When we get to that point in time when expression needs be

Enacted - for if we don't - we frustrate so, we almost bleed
We must use whatever it is we have at our very own front door
For pining forever is not any kind of an answer ... for sure

There are so many ways to consummate, and of this we're able
To utilize as easily as knife, fork and spoon at the table
Some see cyber as an answer, others use the telephone vibes
Still others need no connection, and can just do it in minds

It matters not at all which of these do work in ways for you
But it is imperative you sate these feelings, & not be blue
For not dealing with it from time-to-time, will make you sour
And then you'll become tainted with chipped shoulders as your

Frustration builds to the point when you will just explode
And the wrong people will be in front of you when you unload
And these others will feel the brunt of this angry outburst
When, if only you took care of these things and rehearsed

The lust you felt in your love connections with another
Then you could free yourself as you did not at all smother
Them ... but opened yourself up to all of these emotions
As you played along and allowed yerself to drink potions

Mixed up with love and care by those who are the object
Of the feelings in your heart - as they did so connect
And make you feel such warmth and overwhelming passion
For they have tickled you with their heart in a fashion

And now it is up to you to either go and stand beside them
Or - alternatively - to love them from afar and so blend
All of these feelings you have bundled up deep inside you
And thence to lay down those inhibitions and then be true

To the things you have said which have so inflamed you both
As you got to know each other so deeply you became trothed
Enacting these passions thus would be so much better spent
Than to go hide, for pretense has been covered - in a tent.

- Tristram