issue #4 (11/13/00)

we lay floating
 caressing the grass
 with tingling backs
on a sweet summers night

whispering secrets in lovers ears
 echoed through impassioned
 sands that count the years
as they are carried in and out.

and my feet tickled hers
 and they always ran away
 but always returned quickly
to be tickled once more.

i touched her face and
 stared at my finger's trace
 afraid of her eyes,
afraid to get lost to never be found.

she'll never lose me, promised
 and i don't doubt
 but what happens if
i find myself lost within her?

scared, i turned my gaze skyward
 wondering patterns of stars
 wondering what we were
mixed up in. and who is the guide?

and we listened to the sweet,
 mournful whistling
 of her next door neighbor
gardening at night.