~for r, just because~
*put her in my mouth and she became my
mouth.
put myself inside her and she became my
insides out.
spill good words on her belly, licked & laced us together, then came my
poetry.*
***on elbow, she claimed coauthor-ship, demanded her name above
mine.***
I smiled, answering most matter-of-factly,
surely they’re your creations, you-a-ruler, procreator, foremost, first,
the ABCedarian
the muse goddess of alphabets, all that is poetic divine mistress to
thousands
I’m mortal,
your transcriber, copyist, alphabetically seconded, merest mere,
the ABEcedarian
I’m rudimentary without you, lost midst the masses o’poets nameless.
*She snorted, said
“sounds like poetic bullshit to me”**
but returned to her sleepy heaven,
mumbling most contentedly.*