He is a nice gentleman

He is a nice gentleman
he never borrows sorrow
like brokered entreats
and patterns now fatigued

He is a nice gentleman
though he is an absolutist
foraging the back thoughts
for the alchemy of forever

There are times I tell him
stop pleading with me
like winter to a bottle
or a storm to rags

Never allow me to know
the temptation of forever
where I could face danger
like an unforgiving sage