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He doesn't know
each
time
he
flows
I
unwind
soul
deep
and
lie
between
his
wondrous
lines
he doesn’t know
I
open w i d e
to allow his verbs to
vibrate thoroughly
inside me
he doesn’t know
every
noun and then
he blends adjectives in
that stream in my eardrums
create serenading notes that
undeniably woo me
I
dig
the
hell
out
the
way
he
pimps
the
alphabet
using
nectarous wordplay
to foreplay me into mental
rhapsody
he doesn’t know
my
imagination
literally imagines
feeling
him spitting
be-bobbing syllables from poetic pages that
boost my attention
to an
un-divided-we
that
arouse
my hopeless
romantic soul to
overflow at the end of each piece
he
breaks
off
in
me
he doesn’t know
I
pray
he
never loses
his way with word
in me
Cause…
every
time
he
flows
I
flow
too
©cj
