Several idolatrous revolutions
of the Earth:

Supposedly the inviolable law
and declaration of potential.

To be told among the hive
that the honey is not sweet enough,
or the fate of conception
was too delayed,
is to sentence a mind
to a long-fused and
intemperate wait

The debt of youth must surely be paid,
but alas –  too few summers have I known
and I have yet to feel that doppler swing
to the right; my hands are still soft;
my taste is still keen; I have never made
nor broken a vow.

So I am settled to deflate
to penitently delineate
and I hold you – arbitrator -
to your word.