Love Poem: Typewriter 1

Typewriter 1


Such felicity to tip toe
On  thin ridge
Delivering  a premise

Such strain in the chest
To pour over a love-chest 

Heart sluggish or fast or missing 
A beat , the ancient treadmill

A woodpecker bores 
Deep into a collage
An origami of conversations

Which way you look
The only way back in the day, 
Of senescence,
Metamorphosed   since 

For a racy glide painless 
For plain or phantom rides.

23 Apr 2013
Form: Freeverse.

For Nathan's contest.