The Nib

Emotions grapple inside, 

unworkability holds 

the nib of mind 

And workability holds 

the nib of heart, 

poetry comes as rain, 

pluoviophile becomes 

the name of my successes 

And failures, 

I wet my self, 

I lose myself, 

I cry in it, 

I smile in it, 

time comes to drape 

on my shoulder 

And like the staunchest lover, 

I canoodle with her 

to return to work.