So here you are,
pen-poised.
ready-to-read.

This Poem
underline here

Your antennae testing
tonal temperatures
Eyes-pied-wide
arch-eye-browed
Cochlea cushioned
tuned to pitch-perfect
skimming some lines
forensic between them
furtively searching;
is that an ambiguity,
some sly aside seduction,
a glanced evasion?

so well versed you are
to hear the tap tap tap
in the purrrring engine
of my wriggly-writing
how I climb, high, slide
your summit discoveries

However
today, no poetry
perhaps, simply
a decaying yellow delicacy
a deception/inception
of
no-thing.

see http://mingle2.com/topic/show/161590