Minute Twist

The silence I master is what

only, I, mine can foretell it's worry

like the day shiny in tides of dimes dismissing 

and the coiling night quacks

summer likely to arrive late

and winter drops so frugal

I offer what I neither craft nor

owe a reasonable hold:

my heart is the lord

heeding a pleasure of none

other than a whisper of your shadow.

Love booms my heart

solace seek mine whole

in one but you.