Raffishly
It seems that once I start the poem train
It makes of life its own, begins to reign
Releasing thoughts of you without restraint
Precluding slightest effort or complaint
Becoming nigh impossible to shake
It pours out from my blood and bones, awake
Reaching transcendental, hit the brake
As if all life and love were now at stake
I try so hard to give it lightest touch
But, always, it comes out a bit too much
Chagrin and rolling eyes becoming vogue
Spiced with feelings of the raffish rogue
But, there beneath the tentative and fright
Remains essential thoughts of pure delight
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