"In the hands of a capable poet"
Honey
I want to feel your words travel down my spine
In neat lines
Of black and white ink
Sweetheart
I want to feel your metaphor
Wrap around my neck and grasp my jugular
Baby
I want your slant rhymes
To tap rhythm in all the right
Places
At a pace
So slow it kills me
Lover
Wrap me up in meter until your line
Breaks
'Cause sweetheart
I know
What the hands of a capable poet can do
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