Poet and Poetess

Poetess!, Poetess!, Wherefore art thou

Poetess!? My mind is barren of your

non-virgin words, spoken so softly like 

a whisper past my crowned treasure.

I need for your scribes to seduce

my yearning for a mental climax,

til I have learned them through and

through, til they sound like pleasure.

Unrobe my thoughts galore before

you and overtake my throne, wondering

around it before taking a seat at my

flesh, and without measure you’ll feel.

You’ll feel at home with me, robed to

be a Queen taking my lead to make

poetry, so powerful and sound the gods 

will lick their lips and kneel.

—JG