Lacking that
Lachrymose
Last word
Laconic
Discursive
Verbosity
My gin and tonic
Should it be a topic
That triggers incensed
Or my heart in a locket
Of loveless lament
For the loss
Is too grave to bare
Too dead to care
But more recently
Signs of life
Bloom with her there
And though rare
Are her thorns
As the cause of its drips
Fingertips can’t resist
To spill guts for her lips