Reinforce me, please.
I ask nice within the tension
Of every denizen,
As love languors so faintly,
And as I ask quite quaintly,
Please, please, oh, please reinforce me.
The things I say,
The things I do,
The things I think,
The things I chew.
All of it, reinforce.
Reinforce the reinforcement.
Shower the praise
Until I'm soaked,
Then over-soak me.
I need to store it
Like nuts for the winter,
This approval glow.
For there are times
When this brook is barren.
And I forget I shouldn't have a carren
Of what other's think.
And, wet with wonder,
I remember we're all submarines
We either stink together or sink together.
What blasphemy,
The core of humanity.
Categories:
languors, life,
Form: Free verse
there is a sound that sorrow makes
like death who in the silence takes
both shape and form so shadow-like
whose waking is a gentle night
she as sultry lovers go
who passing by but do not know
the hours of time to late to show
when the hour finds thee all alone.
when the hour finds thee all alone
there is a silhouette upon the grave
which takes a horrid gothic shape
who shapes the past and yet today
is a fleeting light so far away
there is a sound that sorrow makes
she languors in the autumn lake
of love when leaves have slowly turned
saffron and the sky is burned
both bright and dismal in its light
both dark and crimson to the sight
there is a sound that sorrow makes
the sound is more than I can take
in sorrow where my dreams are hung
In sorrow thus the night becomes
The morbid lover of my soul
The ghost I cannot know.
Categories:
languors, love,
Form: Free verse