I am love's Savant

I am love's Savant
Of perilous divining;
No simpering hierophant,
Of the desperately climbing.

For love arrives naked,
Sans cloak or cloche,
While love's finger beckons,
For me to come close.

I'm privy to his prophecy;
To the keyholes I tiptoe,
Where I see the aristocracy-
In flagrante delicto.

As his scribe, I'm resigned
To write impassioned words;
Still, desires will not rewind-
Even though they be absurd.

hippie chick
indeed a muse for life and love and words. my friend, keep playing the strings of the gods in creativity.

sonetta
you are life's savant.....

Sandra Martyres
Amazing write Patti....as Kerry says each stanza unveils the scenario....

Kerry O'Connor
This hearkens back to the Baroque period. I love the style and the scenario which unfolded as I read each stanza.

carol
love arrives naked great poem