The Tribute series: The Poet's Door

 
When it comes to "Word Art"  
there's a plethora of pens  
who ink directly from the heart  
here, I pay homage then...  
 
To the "Willow, on a whim"
 a whisper, 'pon the breeze,  
how often you touch them
all with ease...  
 
The Goddess Erotic,  
(Erotic Goddess) all  
know she's ablaze, inkin'  
so hypnotic...  
 
Crimson, unveilin' true  
her blood shed, left many  
who read, bereft of breath  
lines of ink spill blood red...  
 
Taryn, openin' the floodgates  
of her heart, many have come  
n' gone away with her verses  
strikin' a vital target as they part...  
 
Duende, who one day  
floored the 'mind stay'  
with flawless execution  
of wordplay, n' always  
leaves her kiss of ink  
in subtle lil ways...  
 
Still, I've a duty to  
recite my gratitude  
for so many more,  
alas in time, it'll arrive  
when next, I open  
what's behind another  
poetic door...