PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Give me infectious, waltz rhythms with
affectionate twists, near-dangerous dips,
and passing of secrets on life-stricken lips.

Gloss me with fitted, shoulder-hung sleeve;
deceive to believe and believe to succeed.
There upon vested, I'd hope to receive:

Some shoulder to lay on, or somewhere to lean --
some presence to know whence clean or obscene.
Some custom-fit blessing that knows me from me;

not fooled by reflection of disgrace or unknowing,
or some far-off look that suggests lost control.
Just there, understanding, and waiting at home.