Caprice

(By Gub, December, HBC)

A flower in love
A scorpion in a storm
Reason has no charm
Logic's a thorn

Don't bribe my heart

With platitudes
Of age's imbecile
Progress
From needy child
To manly tears

I don't want capricious
Caresses
But the impossible
Promise
Of unending
Summer
Of nectar
With no recess