v informal here folks, but here's my poetry.
The L in Love
Oh honey, how she crawls - the creep
A word there to expunge.
It settles on my tongue.
I kneel at prayer, low on a steep-
The word is a bitter plunge.
Oh honey, how she crawls- the creep
They gulp down words with minds asleep,
And try to rinse the grunge.
It settles on my tongue.
A pill to swallow on troubles heap-
With sadness like a sponge.
Oh honey, how she crawls- the creep
That gray word in a garden I reap-
I grasp when my legs lunge.
Oh honey, how she crawls- the creep
It settles on my tongue.
