Writeous

Grammatical Intentions

Can

eye rub

my fingers

through your lines

and give them

a soft enough

caress so that

dangling participles

and throbbing

metaphors

rush to get undressed?

Can

eye 

embrace

every curve

of every word

giving your phonics

goosebumps while

making the peaks

of your prepositions

stand at attention?

I

confess

you make

me want to

create our own

private dialect

decipherable

by desire

as imagination dives deep

into your pages

of fire

lapping

verbs and

thrusting so hard

into allusions

the allegories crack

as you spread

syllables

and orchestrate

a litany of onomatopoeia

for a

plausible conjunction

with my

diction...

 
 
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