Poem #47
If you fall in love with a poet
It's too late
He's already fallen in love
With you
If you say something clever
When the waiter brings the tiramisu
The poet will smile politely
He’s etched your words into his white plate
The poet will remember things
You’ve long forgotten
The feel of your foot against his palm
Your cheekbones straining against the silk veil of ecstasy
You have to be prepared for heartache
The poet lives for this
Everything he’s ever wanted
Are the words pulled from a black abyss
7/31/23
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