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the eyes flutter madly
lips moisten to glisten
where hast my love
meandered off to
with his pen
with my starry eyes
I attempt to listen

poets though
supremely abiding
still tend to
fritter off into
the folds of
their own
secret worlds

though
a stunning sparkler
is he
still
I sit ensconced
with but his words
for my comfort
rose petals of his soul
he has plucked
more so but for me

a few stray wisps
he but tossed away
on age old memories
hardly as grand

I mind not such waste
for it is waste not really
he sheds
with those poems' words
angst and turmoil
that besieged his heart
long ago

when now he most eagerly
sprints
the first hint of a notice he gets
that I am about and a foot
eager for his
incomparable attention and wit

so rush not so my clever
crafty prince
I await thee
with many a breath for thee
I've long held since
that date you know so well
and frequently alight upon
back when for you I was but
a stunning poetess
and you my love slave pawn.............
(Sept. 9, 2011 1039pm)