9: No form of you 
Feels anything but unused, average, a spent, destructive sort of guilt, blandness also a problem.   
 
Your world consumed by issueless fears in political experience / current status / win-loss =   
 
Here I am! Staying single, we may change our minds!  
I almost forgot to. Permission to speak freely, señor?  
Could we? ah! you and I are loved by many. I’ll commit to that as you ...  
Are gracious, watched over and settled into a kindly shifting  
Still, but still enjoying private practice, wailing, banging triangles and drums ...  
Your consuming voice all wet like children’s eyes. Look.   
 
Then I wake [Ah!] — My own voice hoarsens  
A life desire talking with you,  
But no form of you.