you're the kind of man cummings and bronte and austen and duffy are
inspired by
you make my muse dance, with her flaxen
silver entwined hair and opal eyes containing
an aurora, she dances to your words as they
rain down on my psyche. featherlight touches
make her howl and laugh airily with glee, fingers
stretched as far as they can go with ink running
down her face as something rushes along my nerves
like liquid lightning lighting up her maelstrom sky
she whispers a thousand words into my ears and my hands can't keep up, words flying across my screen,
across my napkin
my paper
my skin,
and there's barely enough t i m e left in the world to write barely enough for you.
you will, you will, because
[hers-yours-our]
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