And Each Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

to our chosen retreat.....
to find comfort in.... (here a lack of words halts me, as I know too few and too many of them)
they refuse connection, one to the next....
if I had them...and they would obey, fall into line.....
they would....
I would....
say something having to do with solace.....which, though not always a transmissible thing....
.is
what I send.....
that...and some tickles, when I find where I have misplaced them.....
oh, look under your pillow......they do have a way of secreting themselves
in places more appropriate than might be imagined........who knows?