i had a love affair
with words before
but they failed to
touch me
the silent page
could not keep me warm
on the cold windy
mid-nights
emotions were sparked
the intrinsic body
of work was spoken
with each syllable
however, the heartbeat
that was desperately
trying to find its rhythm
could not syncopate
a full blooded gentleman
could never be formed
despite my imagination’s
pleas, even with a please