.
ain’t packing my bags
i’m ready to go
more naked than
the quarter moon
no cover will up
the status quo
over the hill and far away
no loon will call me crazy
only people do
but i am not their matter
what matters is
i love
you love
he loves
she loves
we love
they love
and we are of this matter
tattered shredded scared
by far
the most
emotional creature
the strongest willed
the most
fragile hearts
somewhere between
Florence Nightingale and Captain Spock
emotion weds logic
when day dreams die
be consoled in
moon dreams