When words
from my muse
cease to flow
like water
in full
flood,
my displeasure
loudly expressed
in language
best
unspoken.
But even this
does no good.
I imbibe my mind
with rich red wine,
grapes pressed
so long ago.
A few bright thoughts
new born,
but still they come
to slow.
A dinner
of lobster and steak,
red roses
streaming at
her feet.
A humbleness of manner
complete ignored.
I caress
with words,
mostly meek.
Fire flashes from stormy eyes.
A nose
tipped into the breeze.
I’ve been around
cold women before.
But none
whose gaze
will freeze.
I’ve tried my best
to win her charms.
I’ve used
most wily ways.
A toss of curls,
a frosty glance.
With fading hope
I try once more
to woo.
But I crash
and burn
in sad defeat.
