Unkind Expectations
By Peter Scott
Stagnant describes my lust
Today
As I began to think about it
In a different way
The love is there
Yet doused with expectant water
Thinning our seasoning
So I use the salt
Of a thousand years
Staving hunger
It is only a mater of time
Until they are grains
From a thousand tears
Cascading in a mighty fall
Dispersing once and for all
I am not lacking content
You still rest every night
By my side
Portions per visit
Entertaining in my dreams
And sweet eyes apparent
Guiding my path
Exposing what is not
Yet
Every night?
Creatures of habit
Adapted for change
God told Johnny
There was no Santa Clause
Stated the rules
Spelling with no uncertain terms
Your body is fine
Mind so perfect
Although her's endears, too
No less than you
Who made the choice
To defy
In homage of custom?
This is not a Dear John
I am little gone
But where did the love go?
