all poets write erotica;
they hug words to their skin,
caress them, whisper
to them in the sultry dark
of tense imagination,
picturing the glide, the flow,
the catch of breath
just so, to underline the point
and turn a song into a sizzle
while pulses race, eyelashes
flutter, as do hearts
while flowers droop,
clutched tight in nervous hands
hoping for a partner.
all poets like seduction
they throw a catchy title out
they write of love or war
of gloom and doom
and faerie curses
breaking mirrors
hearts and lives;
dropping jewels, here and there,
that catch the eye
and make you reach for words
that burst across the tongue
like starlight on a gleaming lake
and take you deep
into another world
a moment in the making
that if done right, will capture
something in your soul;
will stay with you
forever.
Midnight Clarity
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