Existential diagram

 

I dream I am a verb midway 

on some penciled line stretching 

to the horizon in both directions.

 

A dark upright separates me

from the lithe subject, who finds

a way to seduce me. Again,

 

become linked to a lover

unwilling to talk fractals 

before her first cup of coffee.

 

No hope for a complex life,

say, lying with an alluring gerund 

or principled participle in control

 

of my entire sentence. Certainly,

not going wild, locked at the hips 

with an infinitive in hot blackness.

                             Timothy Pilgrim