Do you take
all your poems
out ‘round back?
Fantasize
about them
during teleconferences?
Sketch them
from memory by candlelight
when the wind sounds
like orgasmic gasps?
Does your blood
burst in your genitals
when you feel
the line break?
Do you try
to conjure their smell
and end up hyperventilating?
Tell me, do you ask
all your poems
to stay for breakfast?
:)_
Thought provoking
Nice poem
Interest – great poem!
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