Cosy Cord Poem by John Sensele

Within my humble heart swirl
Whirlwinds of weird wishes
That twirl as I caress the curl of the girl
Who spins beans in dishes

I consume with delicious delight
When a gallant gambit in my mind rages
Between mumbling manifestos that night
And keeping tight lips since the different pages

We keep and skip on Facebook feed
Different narratives for I'm a native of the ghetto
While damsel and her dungaree need
Lots of succulent sausages with tangy tomato

Sauce which my penniless pocket
Can't afford unless I accord
Damsel dreams of a socket whose rocket
Urges me to meander moderately until I untie her cosy cord.