It's never really right ...

To make a scene to fright

Yet, some do it often ...

Even tho' they're softened



By hours on end caressed

In solid states of undress

As care and consideration

Are showered with apt patience



And reception is on fire

Even tho' the muscles tire

Becoming oversated

With feelings unstated



And then humility lacks

When all those needs are tracked

And all of that time spent

... Recedes - in sadness, bent



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

7:50pm Sat. Nov. 27th, 1998