I can do this
endure the ordeal
of creeping malaise

Albeit slowly saps
an energy sponge
it steadily zaps
I am drained

and yet…

Like an old swimming pool
I can be filled
and again

Bolstered by love’s sweet buttress
I give myself a pass
pass myself
and give

I muster my force
and work
enforce my work
and muster

Without bluster

All cells calmly collect
and now…

She’s come to me

Shall we dance?