My stinging tears were met by the ocean's breath as I stepped out into
the night.
She drank the angst of my salty droplets with passion and
knowingness, and it felt so good to share them with one who
understood....the misery, the ecstacy.
Standing briefly in the moonlight,
I turned my head, ever so slightly, to capture the depth of the moment.
A faint smile crossed my lips as I remember myself for an instant.
Beauty.
Knowing love as it is,
tear me with you.

Linda Kaye

1/3/98
copyright and copy