PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

put this sad heart once and for all to bed my sweet

by telling me just what you mean

am I truly of love, lies and liquid or better yet an

attraction for something that is much more keen

the imminent future itself sounds so very appealing now

that I can hear your deep, male renaissance voice reverberating

in my eager ears

but for boding trepidation constantly reminds me that the

arrival of even an unexpected love is not always in the actual form

that of which it so often appears

the very term of 'Easy' itself can seem hardest of all others to properly

emulate

for life is indeed life and not some careless follower of what we like to

call personal fate

all I ask is that you take me as you would any other saint whom you find

possesses mere mortal feet of clay

and remember where there is nothing (nor no special one) to physically

hold onto

now, in their place though there is still so much left in which to say

hours upon hours worth of unwasted words in fact

a neutral place to air all possible grievances, a medium one might say

for which to practice using tact

something that I'll readily admit that to this very moment I have very

little experience of

though not exactly like that of anything else

the rules and regulations must be privately learned when dealing with

the adding of two in regard to love.............

(written May 16, 1993 pm)