Creep Villanelle 

Resisting the urge to flatter Never taking such a leap Beauty the heart of the matter Ignored in your idle chatter Left feeling like a forgotten heap Resisting the urge to flatter The thoughts come, but soon scatter Keeping me from peaceful sleep Beauty the heart of the matter Love served on a silver platterContinue reading “Creep Villanelle “

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge