Would a lark
take on a lover
that does not sing,
or a poet,
a lover not befriended by a muse?
And if so,
when their sweat
has turned to steam,
and there be nothing left,
save separated bone,
what then,
the duet that could have been,
of other lover's
syncopated harmonies,
forever lost
If one were not to find another that knows how to caress that pen.