And With Hands Warmed by Moonlight

I received a poem from you on Valentine's With one condition If our bond does crumble Then I must—that piece—return Made me ponder quite some time What I'd receive from your possession Is my heart your art's collateral And must all your love be earned Poets play in the glass of their broken hearts It's sacrilegious to make art a privilege My craft and love are placed on an altar Burnt offerings of a sweet savor Yours are leased Before vows at altar Learn to give without fear of what time might alter Cloudy But I spot a ray of moon, shining Never one to run my race slowly 'Cause quickest way down rabbit hole's falling Holding, thee Tightly Is a highlight of the week For me I could live in your Healing embrace Pray that I don't drown in lust's sea Penny-pinching Wincing, when I brought my card out Thinking, how I could afford to take a girl out Uni, didn't dish a penny out to help me Mommy, shouldered all the burden of that money So, while Ma saw patients Figured, I, could at least be patient Graduated early Figured that was how I could fight prices And save myself from the system's suffocating embraces Not without my vices Yes I lived quite crazy Danced and drank and more Nevertheless I wasn't lazy Learned the art of engineering in both DAW and IDE Chiseled skill of talking people down upon the crisis line Manna in the wilderness is now no longer meant for me Now I feast on fruit of Canaan Forty years did pay the fine Reason Might implore That I swim Close to shore But my vim Won't be ignored Question posed Whom I'd find well suited Answered "Someone cute, kind, and committed" Worry I'm no more than recreation Overboard as soon as boat is heavy Perch until you leave to fly again She's a, gift, not a trophy I, look into her eyes, and I see Why I'm loyal to her even in my dreams Choosing to water a union with lies Or with all semi-truths one can devise Engenders resentment And weakens foundation of any connection Remain I transparent Sink I rather with conviction than float with equivocation Make my stance apparent, though I ken I'm errant John Hancock big on each declaration I, speak in terms of when not if But I truly recognize that we all operate Under His benevolent will If my plans do fall off cliff I will thank the Lord for making me the soil He did choose to till Wonder when you say "If God wills it," if it's a way To acknowledge His providence Or so to vent ambivalence I have imbued my works of art With the motif of being wary More than forty thousand profiles searched To find the one to marry So I understand you being wise But I get a sense, that you are hoping Someone tells you otherwise Loving blindly's not what I'd advise But, when you put your glasses on Please trust the light that meets your eyes You, elected me, as your captain Said it'd be a worthy death, if we ended up crashing I've been approved by, all of your kin and Each of your friends, gave me, a warm blessing But I, fear the, way You'll say, "I do" Feel terms and conditions Behind your, "I love you" Gusty Evenings in the belly of summer Howling winds and windows made foggy By evaporated sweat and breath's moisture