I never published this poem and now I will. 01/27/222
Yes, just dancing
In the shadows
Of our longest embrace
Reliving the longest night
Of pure made love
How perfect are we
InRhyme
Without reason?
I’m afraid
Poetry
Is well within
Deliberate reason.
All reasons
Of miscue;
For love,
For life,
For the challenge,
The desperate need
Inside
To be loved
Rhyme
Without reason?
I’m afraid
Poetry
Is well within
Deliberate reason.
All reasons
Miscues of judgment
For love,
For life,
For the challenge,
For the desperate need inside
To be loved
I’ll ration My misgivings Perhaps a miscue of my judgment
Casting
My doubt
Once again
To the side.
If you’ll
Promise to
Curry favor
My temerity.
The ether
Is always
Within my sight.
Harden
Not your heart
But your bravery
To discover
The truth.
But then
Again
Truth is all
Relevant.
These days
Of longing
But still…quite resilient.
One
Pulling
In one direction
The other
In the opposite
Direction
Who am I?
A mystery
Waiting
To be
Discovered?
That is true
Of you
My love?