A Brief Tryst

this poem is an outburst
of unfettered emotions
a youngling
of all the other poems
that never left my pen.
the verse-weaver in me lay dormant far too long
in the darkling woods of hiatus...
would you, with me, tread this long-forgotten path?
read words that cleave my heart?
you know my poems are about you
come, read them, just this once.
walk right in
perch between lines
look, the day has not quite
squandered itself away
there’s still time
for a brief tryst
before you leave—
with this little poem,
headier than wine

@GracyJudith (GJ)