For Timothy

(A Study in Style
I. Short Couplet)

You are my wings, O faithful one

yet as a stone you hold the drum



To deny alluring eyes from sight

to breath the pattern, ever bright.



You tell me I have earned your love

and yet I fail to fit the glove



Of cherishing your brilliant gait

of kissing lips devoid of hate.



Yet here I am and here I’ll be

ever learning, filled with glee.



Your warm and beeswax scented form

awaken me. I search no more.



As long as you will hold me tight

(Distance only a fool’s delight),



I’ll always strive to give to you

my everything, and yet, that’s you.