with all my heart i want to write

words more silken than silent night,

and much more pealing

than hark the herald angels sing.

.

i want to poem some gifts

with jewels of words

and no care at all for boost and bling;

i want to bring brainy lines

that hardly rhyme only sometimes

and then some thoughts i want to

tattoo forever up in someone's eye

to stay until the day we die so

i will know now smiles she

who remembers me for my noisy

and uncomfortable vowels

that seem to stick, slick, to mind and throat

or whisper softly, intimately remote.

.

i know that i should take respite

but what if my words don't

return to bite

me and i don't have to heal again

so that i can feel again

and too many stanzas

don't break my back and i'm

not hurt by too much musing,

especially my lines

with too many rhymes

and i'm just not fine

and i'm just so darned fine

.

with all my heart i want to write;

i will cry for my words to come

back and bite.