I almost fell out of
the chair at the suggestion
of my poetic harem.
Mention that to other
members and that would
really scare 'em.
I sprinkle about my
pillow and bed, the words
of beautiful poems I hear.
I really appreciate this
glimpse of your fiery spirit
that I too, hold so dear.
While your poetry brightens
my day, takes my mind off problems
and keeps me from being down.
It's still not like we' re
out and about, holding hands
while walking around.
Your lovely verse takes my
heart to a new plane and helps
it to heal and to again rejoice.
But it's still a poor substitute
for not seeing your lovely smiling face
and listening to your sweet voice.
... and though it gives me hints
of what just might satisfy you.
... it doesn't allow me the chance to
love you the way that I really want to.
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Author Notes
Nope! No notes about the specific inspiration, but this thought really occured to me. This one speaks about the effect of poetry and desire that poetry reflects.
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