This Joy 's' Poem by noel maddock

This joy is a fever
Perspiring bliss droplets
As blessing that renews
The joy, like the mental and physical
Pliancy of consummate concentration
Playing off each other as the supreme one-two

Is that us, our thing?
These mundane fevers
Your asking how did it happen, us?
My collecting affirmations like playing cards
Establishing an ‘us' beyond all preliminaries

This human symphonic with its animal impetus
Movements of unknotted beginnings
These stalking steps to friendship
Are you, like me, dreading the unfulfilled?
Its sordid paltry denouement
In spite of joy's waterfall of felicity