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Two Naked Poets
Within my nakedness implied
By words I whisper as I sit astride,
Entreat the heart for you to hold
The list of doubts to heal from & be whole.
The part I make myself most bare
Is put my trust in you & hope you care
Of all else that takes precedence
From these to try and finally make more sense.
You know yourself the risk I take;
It was with me you placed your trust to make,
And ever since that fateful day
Locked doors are flung aside to show the way.
'Twas early on when we first met
You told your story and then made a bet;
Of drink, abuse & suicide,
That keeping nothing from me I'd decide.
And in a flash I knew right then
I'd want to stay, & be more than your friend.
Each day I've been & stood my ground,
You've helped with answers to my story found.
Though we must sleep in separate beds
Denuded each of us from final threads,
We never judge our covered books
Instead we open wide to anxious looks.
To think of me a lover strong
Who often struggles when she gets it wrong,
But just like me you understand;
We do much more, two poets, hearts in hand.
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B
Syllabic line count per stanza: 8/10/8/10
April 28 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
By words I whisper as I sit astride,
Entreat the heart for you to hold
The list of doubts to heal from & be whole.
The part I make myself most bare
Is put my trust in you & hope you care
Of all else that takes precedence
From these to try and finally make more sense.
You know yourself the risk I take;
It was with me you placed your trust to make,
And ever since that fateful day
Locked doors are flung aside to show the way.
'Twas early on when we first met
You told your story and then made a bet;
Of drink, abuse & suicide,
That keeping nothing from me I'd decide.
And in a flash I knew right then
I'd want to stay, & be more than your friend.
Each day I've been & stood my ground,
You've helped with answers to my story found.
Though we must sleep in separate beds
Denuded each of us from final threads,
We never judge our covered books
Instead we open wide to anxious looks.
To think of me a lover strong
Who often struggles when she gets it wrong,
But just like me you understand;
We do much more, two poets, hearts in hand.
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B
Syllabic line count per stanza: 8/10/8/10
April 28 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
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