Without Whims In My World Poem by John Sensele

I never hear the word ‘love'
Without a rush of brazen blood in my bosom,
An expectation of a dizzy dove
That plunges my heart into platonic prison.

I never hear the word ‘bliss'
Without a whirl of whims
An expectation of limpid lips to kiss
In Hispanic haste a lady's daze dreams.

I never hear the word ‘politician'
Without a tinge of suspicion
An expectation of a tactician
Who smears somnolence on my mind for a lesson.

I never the word ‘baby'
Without a connotation of innocence
An expectation of a fantasy freebie
That lampoons little ladies' laughter licence.