After hundreds of these
Sordid entries
Into
Privacy,
Unreservedly
Sharing with you
You might think
I get tired
Exhausted all options
But even now clueless
I write it as often
As coffins compile,
Uplifting inspires,
Attraction beguiles,
Or nature makes fires
And only attempt
To divest it from her
When the last several
Still sit in silence
And were
Insufficient,
Haphazard,
Or not yet complete
There will always be more ways to say
Or repeat it