Something Shameless

To write a bad poem and mean

It, in love, is something shameless

That tells a laughing at, a proverbial

Fit, that to reject is not to redress:

That to me is, no less than eating

Good food and liking it for its shape,

The mood that wanderers, bless’d and singular,

Take when they tell you frankly:

What’s good of leaving is coming home.

So let me be frank,

You still my love,

This still a poem.