Words that speak to
Those who love me
May not know me
May be why
I receive
Such grand approval
For perusal
In reply
I raise the ante
And call your wait
As I contemplate
Heightened alert
And since you find
Me so enticing
Let such icing
Thus be dessert
You give me pause
That if the surge
Should bring such urge
To cost the game
'Tis within realm
To think, perhaps
A sweet relapse
Is then to blame
And frequency
Emits transmission
Not admission
More than guilt
Convicted but
Of wishful wanting
Fateful hunting
O'er walls built
Hiding truths
Tormented always
In Death's hallways
Mourning still
The lives of those
Who enter nearness
Working fearless
Words with will
Their pride means little
In the dream world
Insight unfurled
For the few
And I await thee
Ever hopeful
Ever watchful
Wanting you
