Less Daggers, More Swords... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Though time never stills

And we have little frills,

My feelings will always endure

And though truer,

Are your words

Less daggers more swords,

Don't you think

That if I could I would sink,

Into your eyes

Pretty lies,

Every wink of your lashes

Whips to my back, and ashes

Piling up from the fires

Every time my heart aspires,

To be next to you

But the chances are few,

Sometimes because of my endeavors

Work, and what not, levers

All part of my bigger plans

For my world eternal sands,

In spite of all this

Nothing explains to me what's amiss,

Haven't I seen you flirt

Constantly with many a cohort?

(02/11/2012)