ruddy, crusty hours
same stresses, different places,
we, amid, these mixing murmurs melding
sips of each, swallowed deep,
how these hours fly and crawl,
yet, northern lights
squeeze aching beads from
furrowed brow,
wretched moments, as piled
on duties press out unwelcome
complicity, blended flavor not
so much unlike remorse,
but very much like regret
manifold actors playing a scene
of priggish moments scarcely seen,
yet held to forced attention's bow
melancholy, fiercely mellow, mightily
fallow, awaiting gracing presence to
grant anew passions' stirs of
quenching quafs
impending press of love's sweet sleep
the same, too slow, too fast,
each moment blessed,
and cursed the same
for stumbling long
compel my sights,
next moments bliss
when thee I kiss,
and stroke,
and ply,
and stiffen,
and sigh...