I thought they would blossom
these roses of chance...

I want to
cut loose the moon...

long rain cascades
morphs into a lyrical chant...

what would betide the night
of my lambent dreams...

somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...

words
loose-limbed...

your melodic words
circle my heart...

you come
with sudden rain...

where is the need to rake the fire?
the flames never wither...

this poem is an outburst
of unfettered emotions...