I Indulge
It was me
and every motion
is my soul's perfection
is as always that beauty
accordingly, I quarrel
within my universe…
you shall, understand
I indulge to adjust
a cheerful honesty
into all rapport and comment
I expect, in speaking to you
that you shall not abhor
my every motion
think instead, my pronunciation
is not snide perfection
is not what all expected…
do not confuse my need
for a little attention
to be me, hope you know
is not a pretentious endeavour
when I have, you receive
I was looking, for you
from the moment
I was conceived
friend, my goal is
to achieve my life's projection
and in this I indulge.
Copyright © Michael Walkerjohn | Year Posted 2014
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