Lusty scholars love a poem's body,
Romanced by sultry marks above her i's,
Voice, mood, feet, academics fetishize
Poesy. Though her drapery's oft gaudy
Love borne on simile seldom's shoddy.
Cloying cursive curves will catch on wandering eyes
Of innocents, wooed by words, who realize
That anapests and iambs can be naughty.
Later, they'll retire to the sweet embrace
Of memory, without a paper trace
And every curve and sinew of the word
Through sensuous recital will be heard
And everything that passion ever meant
Through Poesy's love is known, and felt, and spent.
For the Love of Poesy by Stephen Bauhart | Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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