Panting Poet

Breathless Mi with palms damp and the gnarled mane as this poet in dark muse strokes the coiled strans back revealing tattered cheek and bone top life’s weathered troddened mask eye clouded through see to one but have i lips crusted dried these with kiss to one and lined cloaked mi wretched the not minds she bather and disrober a becomes aficionada my arrange find locks knotty my gentle the with whisper the ears anxious these in abruptly "awe all my mi my you missed so have i" Mi exhausted *The second stanza is read; right to left top to bottom so too, the daring; read as the usual... the poet "en-depth" will find no..despair I so hope that anyone reading this long poem doesn't mind that I used the ( i ) twice here. The capital (I) kind of deranged the picture. I will try writing shorter ones. I hope that I am right; this being "shape" TY...I am new here