melt in your
uth and their
taste leaves you
sweetened and satisfied. I’ve
tried to serenade
you in every
except what could
eventually reach your ears.
My aural invasion bringing thoughts
to you that you never knew were possible.
An im- passible blockade, battered now to allow my
melo- dies direct access to your battle-worn heart. And
my w ords, dripping, honeyed, spoon-fed, sticking to your
ravag ed soul. They’ve taken a toll as the maddening moonlight
entices my mu- se. I bay at its brilliance; my dalliance
brought to bare under the star-filled night.
Only fools fall!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik
~ written to a line from “BEG, STEAL OR BORROW” by Ray LaMontagne