I think I may have skipped a few penned in the recent past. I'm sensing a reason for their omission...

6.
The love of language,
your vetted letters.
Involuntary emission of inexorable exhortation,
react in reservation.
My deviation from formality makes you rescind so,
I hunt for means to lengthen our liaise.
The desire to beckon your attention, sedulously extant
A surreptitious seduction, I am scheming.
Impenetrable, your deflective surface

I will pursue you with vehement veneration,
intent to unhinge.
Disarmed by gentle charm.


5.
It takes a plunge,
sinking beneath the ocean floor.
Cosseted by the entrenching earth,
the heaviness in my chest,
will unremittingly lead me to effusion,
scripted effluency.
Backwards, accelerated attrition,
you’ll regard me an effigy,
inference offered placidly,
an advantage to pick at the prey.
A palpable paucity of cordial contention.
Cage my feelings, in fear of release.

I wait for your words,
knowing the absence of leisure,
your deluging diary.
So I sent with you, a reminding melody,
the only connection held between.
I miss the reticence,
a delay in the momentum of formative exchange.
The faster I create, the sooner it will resume.
I can only impetrate, a thread of thought will alight a compulsion to connect.


4.
Starting from the bottom,
never an easy task.
While I watch the others ascend with no difficulty,
they’ve been born with gifts,
I’ve always fought to acquire.
Allowing self sympathy to consume me,
soaked with contemptuous lament.
Will I deride inside until the erosion kills me?
Fettered by foreboding forlorn.


3.
I can’t make you the villain,
I want you to play.
Expecting you to read my illegible clues,
which no one can do.
Who could comprehend my subtle implications?
On a whim, act to suit my mood,
while I swing, swing, violently,
to a darker hue.
You haven’t met this side of me yet,
but it has been dawning.
Can you deal with the difficulty?
No truer test.
Will my attention digress,
before you quit?


2.
Finally getting to where I never thought I’d be,
didn’t expect it to pan out.
All I want is to be close,
attached by our lips,
wondering where life is leading us too,
taking pleasure in the ride.
The delight seems off kilter,
the high I get from you,
oddly impassioned,
anomalous insistency,
fighting to detach,
there’s a strain,
a struggle to detain my heart
from leaping into your hands,
it might be too late,
already escaped,
and found lodging in your limbs.


1.
Let this be another lesson learned.
Why wait for an unwilling party,
While flooded by winning opposition.
The temptation has recoiled,
I’m no longer your marionette.
Ready to wander in friendly forests,
with arms so eager,
being where they wish.
While you reluct, I am not waiting.
I thought our futures would fuse,
But I waive those expectations.

I resign my rear view mirror,
I’ve spent too much time in reverse.