Never Me
by J W Yeazel
never coldly divines
how forever will come
she predicts
for the eye
and the mind
and the tongue
seldom yields to abandon
as caution to need
though earth might
and moonlight
and stars disagree
lost rhythmic surrender
melds unhurried gait
til the heat of the moment
fuels our fiery mistake
that always lays favor to none
oft to few
sometimes saddens
never me, my love,
not with you.