Inexpressible...
Never say with half hushed breath do not love me more
For quiet beat of heart undone should take of death.
And yet my counting house is full,replete in store
No monkey hangs in circus saying, too close, you'll get
Fingers charred through the hoolahoop of saddened love
Or chapped whiplash the ringmaster would wish it. You'll get
Love unabounded through tranquil grace, assistance to live
In the strong coil of holding believing. Faith all unseen begets
The quiet culmination of his return after days hence from me
Love comes again after the tyranny imposed of poetry.
But why then write of the soul that hangs on me sweet to know
Perhaps only writing reconnects us to that divine afterglow
