He goes against my code of conduct.  
I am a poet, I love words.
but He.
He makes my poetry sings
and never have I performed a tune
I provide the words, The rest he brings
he's a live concert under the moon
the vibrations of his life flow creates the perfect songs to make up to
to break up to
and after the wounds are healed
and the war has ended
he turns my poetry to the most wonderful songs to make love to.

Love flowing as a river
currents of passion rushing to the gulf
of your open wound
somewhere near that place
where your heart use to beat


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You are my loose leaf and I scribble on you.

I have never written about you,
and I never will.




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