A Communiqué, To Whom
It is obligatory, it seems.
For once, I did know.
Soft silky skin.
Warm, to the touch .
What t'was not, to .......love?
Replaced by....
When my missive left.
A dull ache.
As a chill,...... did kill, my heart.
That tainted love, that jellied my brain.
And vitiated my soul.
A perturbation.
For one.
Should
It may concern..... Or, perhaps not.
Giajl © Jim Love