Ranged Emotionally with a Foolish Heart

The Winter's frost folds the blooms of flowers
no offering of enticing smell
the return to magnificent lies dormant underground

So too does my inclination to sequester you in affection and devotion
unguarded by the parameters that dent many a relationship

Intangibles codify the positive regard I have for you
my queen if only in my secret world
and a small degree of remorse in

Personification of erotic engagement

Insecurity in the flow of us

A selfishness in pointing to more

Over confidence in a skill set so rarely activated

Your guidance so encouraged in transposing inactive dalliances to mature connectivity...