Seeing that any pretence
to tell you other than truth
is unwise, ungallant, unbearable,
I say for us "love" is a word
we'll not trade in, yet somehow
"friendship" tastes of lemon.
I've heard it said:
a rich life without love
is a meal without wine.
I love and have loved
with a sacramental wine
drunk before an altar
built on faith, hope and mortar.
But I care for your thoughts
and you care for --
well, we'll see in the mix of things:
sharing of visions
emails and revisions
exploring of feelings
and these are beginnings
where exchanged verses build
and bind us with beauty till death.
Uncomplicated images only are
sensuous and passionate.
For we are always
proper and dispassionate
with no voice to spoil the thrill of it,
yet ... there is a little, but a wise demon
who whispers ... who voices, again,
mere friendship tastes of lemon!
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
