A Poem About Poetry
At least that's the assignment
although after several hours all I have
is oodles of doodles
on the pages of my journal
and not much else;
a word here a fragment there ~
peach/blossom/cherry/plum
each/some/barely/none
fascinate/fabricate
communicate ~
but let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth
for his love is sweeter than wild berries filled with the sun,
and suddenly I realize I know less about you
than I do this poem!
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