Word, you are a wonder and I am in love,
with you.
So many forms you appear in:
Word, I want to elope with you
from the rear window of my poetry caravan
compose the most passionate poem
on you
under shady palm trees sighing in secret conspiracy
with the calm water around an island.
You wrap your legs around the waist of my poetry
and sink my mood
into the island of Lostness.
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