Are my vowels & consonants
Growing in the index of my fingers &
(Careless) tip of tongue as I pen
With/in parameters & out/er margins-
You roll and colour
Every metaphor & simile
You cup, measure and fill
The cheeks of my verses
The zing in stanzas, stress in meters
You are the curl of my (perfect) font
Dash in my every-thing & un-finished thoughts
The comma in epilogue, next & always -
You candle-burn my pages -
And even though you mess me up with conjugations,
The words always lead me back to
And even though you mess me up with conjugations,
The words always lead me back to
you
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