Love Song to Poetry

verworked words, clustered together,
prisoners of my imagination.

Victims of every chaste decision,
unable to celebrate meaning,
until some other idea
slips between the sheets
wet
inflated
succulent as flesh:
poetry has to love dangerously.

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