RHYME Poem: Ghazal About True Love, by Eric Richards

My one true love is born of tremendous patience and wherewithal,
At first pleasantries are all I can dole out,

Shortly, my overtures with women are
Replaced by my desire for misadventures, more, and ecstasy with him, this former role out,

I’m on borrowed time with hetero-
Normative relationships with women,
This last one with Vanessa I really
Stole out,

I’ve talked authentically with only him, to give it a try,
Persuading and recapturing, I do
Everything short of a cajole out,

Forcing anything on him will cause him to backpedal away from “us,”
I have to stop short of pleading,
I must leave control out