please...a no

i know i said i wouldn't
but i promise you words will drip  
a concoction of nectar and white hot need  
to please you and keep me blue  
the weakness from tethered anchors  
a wind from which willows get their name  
and the droop of crooked spines  
yield unique views for us kept blue
I do declare
that the pen of a man in need  
pours ink far greater than those  
who’ve been sated  
and time, that wonderful torment  
that even forgetfulness let’s spawn perfection
ferments one further  
till their moans an aperitif    
there is no surer way to make a man grovel  
than to make him go without  
in the face of skin tight knee highs  
and wicked curves    
who’ve arched their backs and curled their toes  
with those allowed to play  
those who those of us who peer at from below  
to catch glimpses for our dreams  
and believe mirages yield their promise  
if only to delight in an idea  
if even for only three blinks of an eye  
so take away these pearls  
hide them in a knot  
and ripen all tomorrows  
with a no that’s not forgot
Written by poetrician
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