On The Cusp Of Bliss Poem by John Sensele

When in dignity I stand on the cusp of bliss
Humility tugs at my mind
Reminding me my heart ain't white as fleece
I wish I had no axes to grind.

When in dignity I stand on the cusp of achievement
Persistence tugs at my conscience
Stressing my sense of movement
As I rejig the semblance of my bookworm balance.

When in dignity I stand on the cusp of devotion
Caution tugs at my heart
Registering my virile volition
As in love I dare once again take part.

When in dignity I stand on the cusp of emotions
Feelings flutter at the pit of my stomach
Stressing the role of actions and reactions
As I dare on romance resistance mount an agile attack.