Tuesday, February 25, 2003

Still no great progress on the paper.

I revised the poem a bit. Here's a rough draft of it.

Environment as I attempt to ignore you: (Okay, the title needs work)

I fidget.

Hear:
The rain buffeting my windowpane.
A distant airplane soaring overhead.
Murmurs of computers filling the background.
Sighs of frustration escaping my lips.

I squirm.

Smell:
Musty clothes lying in a pile by the door.
A treasured perfume wafting through air.
Clean bedclothes emanating detergent.
Your scent haunting my mind.

I yearn.

See:
A lamp illuminating a dark corner.
Pink fabrics appearing to float overhead.
Shadows darkening in the recesses.
My eyes summoning your visage.

I dream.

Taste:
Hints of raspberry staining my lips.
A coconut jellybean clinging to my tongue.
My mouth savoring the last cookie.
Memories of your flavor enticing me.

I ache.

Touch:
Keyboard acquiescing to demanding fingers.
Well-worn denim cloaking my legs
The desk scraping against cold skin.
Chills cavorting across my goosebumps.

I fail.

My mind wanders back to you.