I think of you almost all of the time...
and not much else the rest

But what of that? Am I ignoring anything? What about me...?

When I think of you, it is the same as thinking about me.

I speak to you in and of my mind
I sing to you when I sing my songs
I touch you, when I touch myself
I puzzle with you what I don't understand

I think of you, really, all of the time
You permeate my life and my being
and I don't mind.

1/22/03