I am stunned by your soul.
Shall I be forever mystified? And this evening,
brazenly confetti'd over the Hollywood freeway overpass,
I saw your initials set upon a fractured heart.
While my soul bleeds adoration in silence,
I wonder if this is loveís crucifixion?
Is this what the lonely whore vainly attempted to describe
when she was stoned for calling out her loverís name?
No answer is of consequence,
for what I will remember long after I have died,
will be the memory of your face, indelibly inscribed.
Written By Scott Utley
Copyright: April 3, 2007
Los Angeles, California, USA