her shadow poet
often heard but never seen
leaving word bouquets
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brightly as you burn
never knowing your own heat
until reflected
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we, the light and i,
scan pages of poetry
illumination
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woman is poet
by lines of body and mind
she becomes the art
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poets taking flight
escaping the bonds of earth
celestial rovers
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poet sees what's not
those things twixt fact and image
set down into words
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sharing beyond love
nestlings of a common kind
grokking in fullness
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roughness of his hands
with his tenderness of touch
her sighs his guidance
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folds of her flower
deep the curls of her pleasure
honeyed petals spread
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our bodies collide
our beating hearts intertwine
our two become one
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eschewing fig leaf
she prefers to pose as eve
for poet adam
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my mouth crosses her
making note of hills and curves
whispers cause quivers
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in private moments
my words are secret pleasures
you clutch to your breast
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my lady matron
butterflies upon her skin
their wings aflutter