VIII. SHY ONE, BEAUTIFUL ONE Shy one, beautiful one, you haunt me as I move through the days, as I stagger beneath the clouds of losing you. You tied me to you with strong cords of desire, and then the ropes were cut, and I was set drifting. You are the lost perfect flower, the poem that will always and ever elude me. And I remember how you shattered the silence. In your deep eyes I found the reponse I had always wanted, the gaze I had longed for, the fiery gaze, the mirrored gaze. You breasts in my hands were warm immaculate moons. And I remember how you shattered the silence. You took my solitude and fed it to the dogs, forced me to surrender up the white flag of loneliness. With your body you pressed me down deep inside myself, with your kisses you lifted me up. You exploded joy and pleasure inside of me until they were a fire I could not contain. And I remember how we shattered the thin silence.