What the mire taught me can never be taken away;
it gave me a voice to speak for myself
it opened doors and unleashed pregnant potential
it deepened my understanding of the self
Did I ever tell you?
That every time you laugh with me,
Warm, invisible fluid fingers
caress and tickle me?
A face freckled with a million pixel shadows
tumbles through cyberspace to be with me,
and for a moment, she is mine!
The night was long and cold.
The same dreams came to me,
deep in my sleep,
suffocating inside the mine shaft,