Oh! how will the quill produce its children
came close, fertility had been short-lived;
must I turn to notes of noble Herren?
must gawk on pugnacious life, things by-lived?
Which excuse will he impose thy kind bearer?
his table cloth’s cinders been objecting,
infinite time of Time cared for a thing;
not of my own: my life’s entertainer.
Platterful raindrops eloquently pour,
hands pasted on pastel wall; sensual cringe;
how can these lips kiss if mine you devour?
monstrous power of quill, finite: constringe.
The first query inquired, last I answered:
Thoughts of my love, kisses I pondered.
30th of April, 2012