Date:         Tue, 12 Aug 1997 10:39:37 -0500
From: Phanny <corbett@SLUAXA.SLU.EDU>
Subject:      SUB: CONTEST: BE MINE

                        BE MINE

There is a place, dark and silent, where I keep you.  Not in my
thoughts -- they're too close to the surface, too likely to be
seen.  Others intrude upon them, and no.  No. I want you where I
can find you, any time.  Day.  Night.
Especially night.
Then, you come to me in dreams and nightmares, songs and
tortures.  I see you in ways you'd never see yourself.  Strong.
Vibrant.  Helpless.  Begging.
Dead.
Each time we kiss and part, I touch your face, my fingers
lingering on your cheek.  I trace your lips, so full.  I run my
hands through your hair, and memorize how it smells.  File that
smell away with the others.
So many others.
You always smile and say, `Think good thoughts of me,' and I do.
But if only you knew.  If only you knew how I many others have
said similar things, said `I love you' in ways too many to count,
said that I was the only one for them, and yes.  I was.  I did
know that.
Your place is with the others, and you'll join them soon.  Hearts
stilled.  Voices silenced.  Faces frozen in ways that show their
beauty.  Their horror.
Forever.