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