Control
The night was long and drawn
because he was there with me
and you drove by to see
how I was, if you could be
my lover sharing poetry.
I saw your eyes then, in dim
they held desire and power
but it was in the latest hour
and alas, another picked the flower
still, the aroma near for your devour.
And I wanted you
briefly thoughts went astray
couldn't help he was in the way
kindly I dismissed dismay
only feeling of your hands as they
lay
over the long and drawn
delicately picking flowered lawn
latest hour, early dawn
and then we were gone
but you remained along
the brimming of my mind,
the tracing of my soul
and the poetry comes again to find
you still have too much control.