Crush 4 Poets

You there
standing buck naked
in your poetry

You caught ahold of me

I crushed at first write
the first one I read
I mean

I crush on the craft
naked true poems

poets-of-a-feather
bringing hearts together

Engulf me
Hex me
Surround me

Piece up my puzzle
little by little

Lend me the eyes
that rest upon your pages...

Last night my lover curled
around twisted guts
his mind miserably, darkly contorted

in our king-sized latex mattress bed
bought to celebrate
how we are not nearly dead

There he could scarcely move
so I spoke of your soul in poem
read him a page or two of you
and carried him along your verse

Until he was strong enough to rise
and thank the universe

His triggered mind and guts
uncock to the sound
of the hammer you set
in your metaphorical gun

Penning the words
to give our black hopes
a bit of your fun

So don't be surprised
if we crush
a poet-crush

on your juicy genius
Hun 🌹💘