The Equation... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

______________I______________
_________ ASSUMPTION_________

Massages my proclivity to invoke my born prowess,
portentous bravado inspires the verve
of temptation... emotional impulse
exuding with virile paroxysm.


______________II______________
___________QUESTION___________

Do I allow precognition to invade my precocity?
Is her subtle persuasion an intangible ploy?
Or am I only a pawn on her chessboard of suitors?


_____________III______________
_________ ENCOUNTER___________

Symptomatic anxiety, sweat moistened brow,
statued and silent as a Buckingham guard;
my throat rebuffs swallow, encounters queer ruse?

[Then, unfurling a smile she allays my fear;
Am I dreaming, I ask, or just mildly insane]?


______________IV______________
_________IMPRESSION___________

Captive to my dream, a reality, now,
understanding how the formula works,
connecting the variables one by one,
I assume the question of encounters impression,
solving the equation to my pleasure.
Am I mad, or just selectively passionate?

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Original Posting Date:
March 22,2015/3am/EST-USA

*Revised July 12th,2016
Reposted July 21st,2016