Late in Coming
Toying with a love story
You go to yourself
And you linger like you haunt some in vain;
You intoxicate their souls with your pain …
Make all of your efforts insane.
And I’m certain
That the curtain’s near
With a cogni-scenti omitting a tear …
In case you wonder what’s wrong with me
It’s not Kees ’cause he’s ok with glamour
So like it or let be
(Here comes the French ending)
Je suis en train à devenir en amour.
© Omecronon12 2023
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Interesting, the poem has some kind of virility and restrained passion.
Thank you for the nice comment.
Having re-read it after quite some time I can only agree on what you point out. I do hope it’s playful ; I wouldn’t put a comment in the actual piece if it wasn’t. 🙂 (line 11).