Will I want, wandering weightless, wilted, a waning willingness to wonder?
Insidiously in infinite inadequacies I ignored eagerly, insanity perhaps?
Shelled, shackled, surrendering sweet spirit to senseless sloth, slippery smiles?
Helplessly hoping, I hungered for honey and hounded his hypocrisy, how sad
Beatific blunder, boldly banishing blues basking in brown eyed burrows
Enlightening yet elusive enigma, eloquently and exquisitely empty
Sometimes shades saunter in shadows, she sighs in silence, stillness
Those tantalizing tales, thinly told thread tethering thunder to that tongue