to write a poem for my love tonight
is taking pleasure out of loneliness –
were we together here there’d be a
chance that solitude augments such
an autistic view; the words I would
prefer are only true in company I’d
rather share with her to be the one
who always cares and comforts me
it rings a hollow sound where solid
peals apart should toll a knell but I
convey my bliss in being elegant
athwart a peace evocative of our
accord – I write so easily of her and
love assured in pure complicity
© 21 August 2010, I. D. Carswell
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