This is Paul's recent addition to his poetry page. - poetheart 09/19/02
Aside from the convulsive tendencies
Of our glances and the façade,
Appropriate gestures only seem right.
Clueless in a realm of providence
And uncanny in the face of normalcy
Reflections stare at my abode.Consciously, my indecision about
Your mystique and quivering ways
Harbor thoughts of
Luminescent structures around,
And still, reflections of you so real.I’ll carefully surmise that your smile
Is just a smile
And the trilogy of my works
Shall protrude into the grace of your forgiveness;
Alas we are complete.
by Paul Papasavas