She’d Turn Me Down (Ii) Poem by Denny Moonde

She’d turn me down (II)

I dreamt a dance.
Another morning time for thinking.
Heavy blinking she’s on my mind
another chance.
She’d turn me down

She is divine defined.
She don’t talk much.
Her being, a thousand untold stories.
Each of which I’d know by heart.
She’d turn me down.

My every word masterly brewed;
A timeless wine.
Sentences packaged to catch the heart.
Car on gasoline; Woman on a jet stream
Worlds apart:
She’d turn me down.

Her face a persuasive allure.
Unfair she’d turn down,
an emotionally charged affair.
I sit on the edge of my bed,
chances slim.
My condensation an explosion path.
She’d turn me down.

Her presence engulfs me.
Am an arrow in her hand
Man of essence? Hearty inquest.
My total self incredulity
She’d turn me down.

So again in my mind
I let time like water,
thunder down the Mosi-o-Tunia.
Back to the drawing board.
Understood I could fail again.
She’d turn me down.