WO-OAH WE'RE HALF WAY THE-ERE
WO-OAH LIVIN' ON A PRAYER
TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR . . .
Anyway. Today is napowrimo day 16. I doubt this is what they meant when they said "play poem" but we're here now.
Tie me up in metaphors about the sunset
I want you to bind my hands with vermilion and scarlet
Wrapped in puffy lavender clouds so they don't leave marks
Suspend me from a metaphor of a bird in flight--
Make sure it can support my weight and
You have a sharp witicism nearby in case
You need to cut me down in a hurry
Tease me-drag slant rhymes down my skin, so gently I'm not sure I can feel the assonance.
Tap out iambic parameter with your fingertips against my things until I beg
Pull my body tight against the curve of your smile,
And watch it tremble like like Pompeii
While I beg you to let me erupt.
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