Moody

poetry falls like pearls like pain
and brings me home back again
to you love your simple truth
hope springs eternal i’ve heard it said
let’s put though this hope to bed
for what counts is you and me
and the truth that only we see
spiritual carnal illicit love
no matter what
this is love
and hope will help
but not do it all
you and I need to
take this fall
(take the plunge perhaps)
for what we’ve started
and may never finish
we’ve restarted
at some peril
hope springs eternal
but love does too
and love is enough
for me
and for you.