Poet’s muse

When I look at you
I could swear that poets everywhere
Have been writing love poems about you
Since the beginning of poetry
Lips crashing together
Skin on skin
And the domination of bruises on silk skin
They were looking at you kid
Thinking of you kid
Wishing they were loving you
But instead you
Love me,
A poet
Nothing more.

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