Envoys

Doting faces drift near;
their luster less brilliant,
year after year –

Love-speak on word-clouds;
envoys extraordinaire!
You in masks -

pithy disguises.

Send no more endearments
through heralds
less kind -

You! You! You!

Please, I beg wildly;
leave pretense behind.

God.
God.
God.
God.
God.
God.
God.
God.

Written August 9, 2003