Emaciated and Depreciated Love Lozenges

From the back of a woman’s mind A thought creeps, peeps and slips Meandering through layers of blind rind Summersaulting to scan sweeps Teeming with spaces in vessels Where the thought investigates Which epistles and whistles Blow hot in the vicinity of gates Hermetically closed Shut so tight The thought wonders who disclosed Innermost secrets to delight Ears and eyes that Pry with neither repose nor pause In their flat Moves designed with no gauze In sight as the thought Snaps to attention Peering left and right although caught Up in a distraction direction That tells the thought the coast Is clear to proceed To a toast For the feed and seed Unbeloved Unappreciated In a myriad of pesky problems unsolved In love lozenges emaciated and depreciated.