Poems

Diminishing Return

There has always been
Music in your smile,
In the gentle moistness of your lips
When you work the magic of your kiss
Upon me.
This has never left me,
It will never leave me.

And in those beautiful moments
Detection of warmth in your
Glowing touch
Has made me wonder,
Have I been too rough
in assessing the construction of your love?

I understand confusion,
And have failed to recognize love,
Too,
when it was backhanding me.
But can one excuse stupidity?

Life gasps
In the face of opportunities missed,
Yet we march on
to the beat of individual chance
Unrealized.

Who still gives his world
for real devotion unfurled

Like a flag of certainty in days of doubt?