Hope's Last Chance Poem by Lonnie Hicks

If I Fall
it will not be
because of the Season
Nature herself retreats here.

If I kiss your Summer mouth
Summer's lips
here recede.

If Winter should in the end
overcome us;
icicles of the North,

it will be because I misunderstood you
and stupidly
feasted
upon your admiration
choosing to water-cooler our story
when I should have cherished it.

I stand now
hoping for Spring's Renewed Hope
undeserving
Excuse Berefted
still not fully comprehending
Cupid's Arrow
is often
deflected
by Ego Shields.

Take this
as my
Soul's Wedge
toward that surface
which
is
Love's
Recognition
and Hopes
Last Chance.