A Romantic Muse
His love had blind tendrils,
each had many suckers.
She pressed autumn leaves
into a shoe box with scraps of erotica.
She tucked damp poetry
away for later.
He came with chocolates
and a high-minded lust.
Eventually the tendrils of his love
became less blind,
they saw things he did not like,
and she did not appreciate the sucking noise
his mind made
when he said:- I love you,
however, he did bring good chocolates,
he did wash regularly,
but in the end
she just felt dirty.
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