All my Cajoling............
Perhaps you don’t want
To give me a little
Respite and so you
Don’t call – why do you
Think that a call
is such a tall
order despite my endless
inspiration from the soul-end
your heart doesn’t bend.
May I ask you a question
Pertinent- what it is
That gives your soul
A particularly poetic
Scent? If I take this
Latch and effortise
To catch your palpitations’
Bent… would you mind
To attempt and rise
To answer me. I swear
I promise to be discreet
Till I meet the reason
Of your soulular worry
And devoid of any hurry
Get and gather my
Own comprehension.