like a vast forest of delicate golden trunked trees,
a forest without end... I am lost.
the trees sway, rise and fall in the gentle wind.
I squint, for your shine has made me blind.
blindly in love with you.
I will trudge through the heaving woods.
I may be pushed aside when the trees are smoothed back,
but know: that as I am painfully washed away with toxic slime,
a tiny tear will hit your lovely scalp,
as I am drowned down the drain.
1999