O MY GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD your deviant sonnets make me wet!
and when you right justified that one poem in your first book
I nearly CRIED I was so impressed
your. extended. metaphors. extend. my. throbbing. womanhood.
those line breaks were practically a wet dream but when I woke up
I was in a small art gallery with people around me and my cries
made it SO AWKWARD – I didn’t care though I had your new
collection nestled in my shirt cuddling my breasts your showing not telling
made my nipples hard O MY GOODDDDDDDDDDDD those eye rhymes made me whine
and moan and those caesuras?! FUCK ME they were surely
the greatest textual silences ever created. will you sign
your name on my cleavage with a simile
of my smile and its k if you cant I just want your word play
playing on my body the hand of a prosody god!
I wake up and flip through your pages,
im moving to Iowa, maybe I can find out where you live!
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