The Poet and the Archivist - by ☆♪ two twirling trinkettes ♡

The Poet and the Archivist

by ☆♪ two twirling trinkettes ♡

Cautious, formal, you hide what you feel.

Born of nebula, unprimed steel

on the brink of inertia, fears

These crude beginnings of form

with questions of function,

sometimes fumbled introductions,

All orbits ‘round you

For your time I’d fought forever,

Warred with morality’s shadows,

or dove in waving gallows

to retrieve a letter still bottled

So perhaps it’s greed

I leave out the defining truth:

The spark of your fingertips,

The deception of your lightning lips.

If (selfish reasons betray equilibrium) {

“I’m gladly guilty”;

} else if (whisper’d conduit idiom) {

“Toss’d aside integrity”;

} when fusion grows wearisome {

In archives, you remind

= “You’re where I belong”;