I look for you on the inside but you're never there. I search the closets, I explore the bedrooms, I summon dust from the attic. I look for you on the outside and there you are. I caress the trees, I fondle the pavement, I wander the folds of the hills. You put me in your house wanting to find me. You pull at my hair, You yank at my arms, You lure me in with promises. You allow some of me to remain out in the cold. You placate my head, You "nevermind" my sex, You finely and devilishly play ignorant of my heavy-beating heart as I lie here in your arms, wanting more, but not from you. -_Letter to Me 2000:01:17