A Lover Read This Poem
What makes this a poem
Be it poetic in its shape,
Does it switch its hips as lady-
Or stare down the throat of fate.Have the letters joined hands
As old lovers, in dreams, they do,
With love hidden in the verses-
Does the feeling reach toward you.What makes this a poem
Be it poetic in its intent,
Made a roof with words, they did,
And shaped out hearts with carved cement-What makes this a poem, rather than the thoughts of man…
I wrote this to my lover, with fingerless hands.


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