za16ao@sdccsu3.UUCP (za16ao) (08/24/83)
One --- Hazel eyes, flashing. Stumbling, choking through the deepness of your molten gaze, I falter. Words fading; thoughts muddied as my trembling eyes move slowly up to embrace your own. Follow, I cry, only follow my waiting tears with your golden arms! Two --- I am obsessed with gold. The colour lingers on my hand, like the dust of mothwings, long after your glowing skin has forgotten my touch. The warmth sustains me; the gold of sun and summer, of sand and scented grasses. Let me leave my memories in your fingertips -- the sunset beckons; pink, blue and gold. I will follow, hoping that the fire might perhaps not wholly forget the tiny twig it has enflamed. Lady Arwen