by Tim Chiu
How loving desires might seem inadequate - a love poem.
|Buttercup, we’re branching out -
Sunrise - new refrains -
Everybody’s working doubt...
Generations truly fasting;
Truth construes those troubles...
Mentally, we turn to blasting -
Blame those leaky bubbles.
Stymied by those said evictions,
Comely, vague desires -
Pride just seems to bend restrictions -
Bludgeoning those fires.
Faded hopes as hearts beat still,
Rail that frisky clamor -
Vile banter, lovers thrill -
Souls sustain our grammar.