delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

liked you more...
divisive
and insidious
things
...

on a wave's crest...
hidden beneath the surfaces
of the troughs' swalling swales
to reappear
...

meet you
at
the next-to-last resort...
you'll see
...

from a dudgeon tower
set about to rime, reflower..
rode athwart one hippogriffle
to cavernous and slined abode
...

arced from star to star...
pigeons,
wholier
than most polemicats,
...

a room of my own, as do you....
I visit yours...you visit mine...
I cross the hallway
and enter yours, barefoot...
...

that was generations back...
something in you
had you climb this sapling....
it shivers with your weight..
...