I love how there is much to choose
when it then comes time to infuse
let the ink seep in ever deep
share these secrets that I keep
Pen a little poem in the night
in the hope that it turns out right
that my quill is still deft…
leaves only my confessions left
Leaving lines on this torn page
for all of the others to now engage
to now finally confront
verses both elegant and blunt
While I wear a little smile
as I again seek to still beguile
seduce by this cursive write
savor the taste of every delight
More than a study in scarlet
I am a poet, a preacher a harlot
signing this one and only confession
bequeath this only coveted possession
sumptuous
Revealing…real…honest. Great piece LDF.