Unrequitted Satisfaction

[Ken of Kentropolis]

I.

I happen upon a garden
A grapevine
Familiar, unproven

II.

I see the grapes blossom
Tendrils outstretched not to me
In propriety I merely watch

III.

I secretly wish a harvest at my own hands
At that right time that comes without my knowing
Too late, yet seeming too soon

IV.

I feel the wine pressed
For another to drink
Yet I am intoxicated more than they

V.

I am inebriated at the scent
But faculties intact
Finding Joy without indulgence

VI.

I wait with no intention
Just the linger of a taste imagined
Without flavor and so my thirst remains pure

Unrequitted

Yet Satisfied