Infatuation Poem by Merlin J. McMinn

For what is want?
Except in the silence of sharing.
To have perfected such immovable foundations,
hardened by thought, tempered through ordeal;
blinking at Life... forbidding resurrection.
And then .. by ways of such a
gentle and gracious embrace..
unleashing all those extreme possibilities,
all those territories too long ignored.
And this fortress of solitude is crumbling...
as I rip it apart form within...
tooth and nail.