I gaze into her eyes (soft-colored blue, gazing back),
And we hold hands.
She stares away from me (into the Vacuum of my mind);
She thinks about the future,
I tell her, “I’ll never go.” (she’s still unsure)
She shakes her head,
But not her mind,
I plead insanity (for words that have spilled from my lips),
But shows no signs
Finally I make sense (to her understanding: she seems sure),
She takes my hand again,
And kisses me.
(written in 1967)