In life; even as a Child,
It took poetry before I show my teeth.
Nothing can ever make me hide-
My heart from drumming for it.

She is my compassionate love
She gives me excitement to climax…
Nothing makes me love a dove
More than holding her survival axe.

She is my only square peg
Socket deep into my square hole
Precisely she’s my head to leg
Poetry is my body and soul.

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