My Lover, the Poet

Have you met my lover, the poet?

And by meeting, can you know her
slow caress of words?
Some verse, rehearsed
familiar to both our tongues

Some days I believe 
I know her by heart
mistaken to think
I know her heart

Have you met my poet, the lover?

Sometimes my friends and I choose a word or phrase and then each write a piece to include it. Here, we chose the phrase “my lover, the poet.” In this piece I imagine myself as the poet about whom the speaker is writing.

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