looking at you br i make stories about your face br lovely stories (though there were betrayals br of the skin, i decide not to include it there) br for a person like you shies away from pain br from that which burns br all these you try to evade and so you keep running away br from everything that signifies br heat and fire) br br but so much so for that br my stories travel to your hands br (i have this theme about tenderness br caress, affection, love and love br and holding one on top of the other br fingers intertwining) i br do not want to stop in there br br my stories shall travel to your feet br and i shall remember br (those stamping of the feet br on the ground br not the dance in bed br but the leaving of footsteps br the closing of the door br and the final sound of the br thuds) br br the ending will be sad br there was someone who left without saying goodbye br while the other br was still in bed soundly sleeping.br br RIC S.