The Stimulus Of My Love Poem by John Sensele

If from love I should flee
To hide the shame that smudges my name
According to a lovers' decree
I'd have only my incompetence to blame

While her heart throbs
Expecting action and perceiving inaction
Swept into an inquiry that probes
Why my predilection

To dither
To lose the power to utter how much I love her
When her presence makes my knees quiver
I curse my inability to deliver

Words she longs to hear
From poetry buried deep within the manifesto
She expects couched in clear
Tones dropped pronto

In confines within earshot
That should steer love to a platform
Where the cot and pot
Where love expectations roam

Receive a speedy stimulus
From me to elicit the right response
The love focus
At once

If her love I'm to win
With her full cooperation
To install the queen
Who rules both my heart and my attention.