Comes Late, Too Often

I write upon steamy window our initials Reliving your protestations of love Mindful of your duplicity All my emotions spent As each hour passes unfulfilled by your presence My love for you dissipates day by day You challenge and frustrate in every way Just by constantly pressing for acquiescence Triggers mental torment Inflamed by electricity Bodily instinctive as hand in glove So confirms, whenever scrying through rose crystals Trying non responsive whenever he whistles Sixth day receives CIF text with heart above Piling on the futility Divided hearts now rent Once you used to say you loved my luminescence Comes late, too often, with sorry bouquet Date 2/7/21 My Invented Form I Write Upon Poetry Contest Sponsor Constance La France