seventeen

Here again friend? A night’s companion soothing
daylight thought away from tossing brooding?
Is it worry’s respite you bring to wrath
that lit shadow across days winding path?

What wonder of wanting spied drawing near?
Not sanctuary but that beautiful storm I hear;
That familiar sweet smile serenely appears
as she who rules ever, rolls over my fear.

Ascending flesh does not a bold spirit make
with which to hold tempest time, there to break
that hellish spell of want and sate, but rake
with grasping hope that ache for love’s sake.

Has this night flown to fading velvet so soon,
broke to chirping morn as it’s final boon?
Anon sweet companion of release untrimmed,
yet all too soon sour as milk unskimmed.

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