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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Monday, November 15, 2004
Stand-Off
Must I stand upon the bank
And watch your lifetime soak away?
It makes my heart an empty sink
Which swallows love without a sigh.
To shirk what I would willingly do
May not amount to mortal sin,
But, when I would enjoy it so,
My guilt's sick self-inflicted pain.
I'll pour a dream drawn from my lake
To fill the promise of your pool.
This tense relationship is fake
Until our stagnant waters swirl.
My mouth is dried of nature's juice
And waits for soft replenishment.
It needs your open fertile sluice
To gush warm fresh-pressed nutriment.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2004. All Rights Reserved.
