the ZINN SYNDROME*
of Rhey W. Hedges**
Harsh reality fades away,
Imagination rules the day,
Lonely sensations stir inside,
Forbidden feelings flutter,
Reason falters,
Intellect fails,
A fantasy of love prevails.
The ZINN-effect is fact it seems,
it grows my sweetest dream of dreams:
“youthful warm affection
has grown to woman’s love”
… Feelings find expression,
sparkling eyes move close to mine,
searching lips share silent sounds,
softly shaping love’s embrace;
breathing quickens,
pulses race,
two are one in time and place,
sharing rhythm, rhyme and pace,
… finding love together …
Then,
… reality returns again ...
And once again there is a friend
who loves me in a friendly way.
The ‘woman’ ZINN,
is ‘girl’ again, and I am old, old Rhey.
Each time the cycle is complete,
I feel the sadness of defeat,
and search for reasons to defend,
why I have ZINNed again!
**(Rhey was recently diagnosed as a chronic “ZINNer”)
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NOTE: this was written for, to and because of … my Dear Friend, June Zinn in June 1977