.... 22 ...

you're quite direct
but not as quiet
as I expect
I am...
and I am
some what
a.mused;

twenty two days
turned into ways
as the hours came on
with just a song
and I learned about
something I wrote
from far along
and back in time
when it really was
a complex rhyme

" the pleasure "
of a measure
is treasure yes,
to confess I must
it was sometimes
about a lust
just as much
as I might trust
" in a dark night "
for the sake of a soul
" and candle light "
for a fire to know
just how you feel....

" the skin is real "
and a heart divine

I saved you one
when I gave
you mine