Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

On Love

You give to me, so sweetly, such sweet sweetness says he
all cummings-esque knowing he (e.e.) be-
ing her (his most beautiful darling) most favorite poet

,And purrrfectly says she
like a fragile angel bird coyly through
Love’s garden, prancing optimism all the way
not seeing Reality’s hot swollen clouds casting syntax
shadows up ahead

§211 · June 21, 2006 · Poetry · · [Print]

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