rest assured
malcontent so pure
climbs the startled craggy features of my
forever mysterious and most arresting
secret amour
quick would be the cure
in regards to the apparent hope left all a stir
by defiant eyes so strikingly azure
how they so easily pin me
with their aching allure
to this beloved sweet anguish
I willingly endure
as I am but a wee mere drowning limpid petal
in creative comparison to his lovely emotions'
banquet du jour!
(May 8, 1997)