Everyday I dream of Emily Dickinson,
I cross my heart and believe I’ve kissed Sylvia Plath,
I journey back into time and become a woman
So as to be with the greatest poet of all-time Sappho!
I don’t like anything but poetry and a woman’s breath,
Everything else is sadness and death.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-breath/
