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 love’s crucifixion?

Is this what the lonely whore vainly attempted to describe

when she was stoned for calling out her lover’s 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