Literature
Typhoon: The Sixth Episode
I
You can feel it, can you not?
The something not meant to be said
to the other person, who, having sought,
found only disheveled memos in the bed?
Where we, able only in that plane,
lay shoulder to shoulder
saving each from one colder,
dared not stand for fear of our bane.
II
Damn this all!
This betrayal of my emotions
water- logged the hall and my compunctions.
Have you a complaint?
My emoting, do allow
in your library, quaint and sternly prow,
and give me leave to scour each shelf
for any volume that might uncomplicate my dearest self.
III
Even with these pages before you,
can you understand?
This year has passed in lo