Expectation Poem by Nathaniel Graves

Love... I cannot say,
Whether it's hurt or disarray,
These lasting moments
Speak of obligatory opponents,
None of which I can see, nor hear,
In the quaking calm of our love's disappear.

It is now, out of ever,
I have opportunity over endeavour,
To seek the question
Of your intention;
Bleed condescension
Out of all dejection.

For this delightful expenditure,
I only speak out of danger
And simple thought out
Of a concerning doubt,
That of every self-inflicted rejection;
Of me, what was your expectation...

-4/9/2010-