The Seat Of The Pit Of My Stomach Poem by John Sensele

The seat of the pit of my stomach aches by mistake
When like a fool in blue without a clue
I allow bites, blights, plights and slights
Of wily wool to benight my nights
Surrendering bumps, humps and thumps of my heart
To the blender and fender of the casanova hailing from Nova Scotia
To bend and end my weakening willpower
As he tenders with pervading power a rose flower
By Lake Love where to flakes of his fake stake
I resign by design hinges and vestiges of my hope
To consign every cosy sign of my crazy heart to miseries of his fairies and fantasies.