FREEZE FRAMED
| Passion, and intense affection has become |
| such a faded memory. |
| There was once a time I lived with the |
| precious feeling of a man's desire. |
| When you lose, or 'settle' for years ... |
| with substitute of everything else, |
| deemed important and of value in life; |
| You will erode! |
| Now, I truly can't draw up a convincing fantasy |
| of any man, known or invented, which could, |
| or would burn with desire for me ... |
| or be overcome with passion. |
| It seems I have taken all those photographs of |
| remembered times, so long ago .... and |
| hidden them in some album which has been lost, |
| and, it is better ... not to look for it! |
| We don't have portraits of passion's face ... |
| the fusing of two hearts and entire beings |
| into one breathless, loving, weeping entity. |
| It would be improper and |
| immoral to take such |
| an intimate snap-shot. |
| Be we all who have loved; we all who have |
| valiantly attempted to fill the void |
| with out silence, or ignore the subject; |
| We must admit ... there are those treasured |
| pictures of the mind, hidden away and |
| buried neath layers of scars and denial. |
| Once in a while ... a flash darts through our |
| unguarded mind, and we see the scene again |
| 'freeze-framed' ... |
| intense, beautiful and ... alive as yesterday. |
| Sadness always fills me ... questions which I long |
| ceased to seek the answer, whisper again .... |
| and pick my heart. |
Dallas Beth Williams Gibson