TP Sage (March 24,1958 / Coral Gables, Florida)

when I look at you
i see an endless universe in your eyes
an infinite unimaginable beauty
that I could touch every day but might never hold
in your eyes i feel a consuming loneliness
a soft hunger, a quiet thirst
an invisible erosion that everyday
silently takes more of you away.
Your lips are silent
but they still whisper
the smoldering hiss of desire,
a pulsing cayenne ember of a passion
that will inflame the heart and mind of any man
fortunate enough to taste of their fire.
I sense, about you, the grey aura of loss
a loss of love, a loss of people, a loss of trust, a loss of belief
they do not belong to you, they belong to the past
and if you cling to them,
you will become what they are
a memory...
I hear the music of your beating heart
a cacophony of sound
cleansing laughter and dancing rain,
the pregnant pause of a tear
the startled joy of exclamation
angry rolling thunder
the caressing whisper of dreams
a symphonic, new age, one woman band
with a string section
and i have fallen in love with the composition.