Screams Of Your Whims Poem by John Sensele

A bird and a third in hand
Can't spring from a wand
You spin when pressure under your skin
Sticks into your heart to a pricky pin.

Hold onto the love you've got
When your love kitchen steams hot
Tempting you with one night stands to experiment
Until heartless harlots dump you without compliment.

Past escapades in Hades remember
When loveless you wept and wept in September
Vowing for lovers you'd die
Sacrificing cribs of comfort without a cry.

Without mending your ways past pain would recur
Into your soft centre greater pain you'd incur
Until lovers you hold in high esteem
Rescue you from whims and seams of a dream.