(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
To it true.
Have all my good intentions vanished?
Has he with the distance of half the world
hypnotized me with his magnetism that
brings his presence to me on an electric wave?
Never to, believe the banter,
he is the most wicked and passionate of men -
bawdy with the boys, holding me tenderly and calm.
He loves my voice,
my ways intrigue.
Love the regularities
not the irregularities, I plead.
Penetrating, he probes my oceans deep.
Self cannot give up self so soon.
He has me closer and then mercilessly,
forgotten.
Love love love Rachel Ann Butler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quantem-connection/
