Your whisper pounds my heart's rood
Rushing throbbed tsunamis throughout
So that the pulsing of my tepid blood
Expands even whisper into a shout.
Missing you prevents me
From missing minor things-
Like pressing worldly issues
Or messages from kings-
If you'd like to know about August
I can show you chrysanthemums
Covered with dust, or Rosy Dawn
Coming late and leaving the
Grow young with me, my Cohort,
It's life's most satisfying joy
Vying the ravages of Time.
You’ve completed a task
Set four long, hard years ago
To prove that you can last
In life’s commercial show.
This is not a contest.
No reason to see who can resist
The pleasure of a kissed response.
Or the look of knowing
Of all the things we might call ours
None are so precious as soft Spring flowers;
They push up through the cold, damp earth
and bring beauty where once was dearth.
You know me better than I know myself
So how should I engage you?
You know my thoughts, my desires
So well that my expressions seem
Good people hold sway
Don't wade into the fray
Get a grip and pray
it's 'Bad Poetry Day'
Doors to our past hide myriad thoughts.
We see beyond into smoky rooms
Of happy faces or scenes distraught