jbaskin

Your name, I once dwelt upon At least umpteenth times a day Often accompanied by chest pain, Remorse over freely feeding Lies to all the rest Sometimes with disdain, Especially when related Tales of breathless excess: Warm things peppered With fond memories Of thoroughly crude jokes And divine drinks at dinner And missing an element Your name, I was eventually reminded Is distributed to thousands Infinitely translucent; Reliable to sour a response And clear a dogged mind Your name, and the enigma Affiliated with it, At the end, when I've accepted, It's all I'll need