Passion’s delicate twist
some placed, disquiet
in her heart’s content
That acquiescent draught called love
Fraught with yes, palm held to my face
In annoyance, lust, not yet!
To wait, absentee ballots
never sent by never wills
To which I defer
Perhaps gentle abiding love
Not thrust of muscle unto her
Jest as speech does not replace
a passion never touched.
some placed, disquiet
in her heart’s content
That acquiescent draught called love
Fraught with yes, palm held to my face
In annoyance, lust, not yet!
To wait, absentee ballots
never sent by never wills
To which I defer
Perhaps gentle abiding love
Not thrust of muscle unto her
Jest as speech does not replace
a passion never touched.
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