Clothed Only In Poetry

In cruel honesties, I am a naked poetess, obsessed with arranging words to climax on ink and paper. Now you’ve gone and read me, undressed me, your eyes pillaged my pages, you’ve researched my secrets. My words, your eyes, this union, caught me by surprise….
We’ve been found out, dear, between the lines, they’ll find us here. You and me, clothed only in poetry.

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