Well, I'm still trying to figure out the ins and outs of this. So little time. Time for bed after a lot of writing. Here's something I just wrote:
I ask questions, she answers
But it leaves me teased like a schoolboy
Graced by the smile of love's first gesture
Wanting more, and more and all.
I smile too, like a schoolboy
Shy and uncertain, but brazen and bold
As though caution were an invention of fools.
And it is such a thing, caution
The poor excuse of the living dead
And so living, I tell my distant love
That she is never far, always near
On my mind, in my heart, and the nerves of my flesh
Screams to hold her, rough, and dear