write me a poem, love
because tonight the moon
is sweet, sweet poetry
and drunk on the memories
of our togetherness
it sits uncertainly
wafting the intoxicating vapors
of love flavored just so
with sex, that sweetest of liquors,
which emanate so enticingly
from your snifter

write me a poem
because your lips
are too fond of my dreams
and your body follows closely
keeping me awake
the moon gets jealous
when my dreams aren't of her
refusing to inspire poetry in me
so I need to borrow yours tonight

yes, dearest, write me a poem
with your gorgeous skin
and angelic thighs
then rhyme it
with hands
use breath for meter
and juxtapose images of fingers and Yes!

08/06/2002

Posted on 08/06/2002
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