Hideout; Admit One.
by Jennie O.

She waits
Under the firestar
Radically bopping
To Michael Jackson's
Thriller,
Splashing her feet
At the lake monster
With liberating passion.
Imagine
The void of heart
And the misunderstood,
Insufficiently approached,
Hearttoheart.
As she comes closer
To the end of the line,
The release of a kind,
He sits
Down beside her,
Trying to hide from her
His own intense void;
She waits.
(Or at least we would hope,
As romantic realists,
That's how it happened).
Longing;
Theater Four at Cinema
Promised honest admissions
And a realizing embrace.