Delayed Delivery

               Delayed Delivery

Consider then the time it takes for love
To reach you.  He composes poetry
To post to you, a poetry above
The usual expressions, burgundy
In touching, whiter than a whisper from
His soul, and sweeter than vanilla on
Your tongue, desired as a viaticum
Provided in extremis.  He has sawn
His lines from hearts of weeping cherries, yet
The nights that intervene between the day
Of posting might produce a sharp regret
Before the villanelle can find its way
To your ungrateful hands.  A poem sent
For ever slots into abandonment.

by phillipw | Jul 25, 2019 | LO | 0 comments