Pen your heart away
as I look on, admiringly
envious of your metaphor,

my syllables, intimidated
by your presence,
usual phrases, feeling redundant,
borrowing crumbs
to feed my muse.

Swept off my feet
by your lack of concern
for “proper” punctuation

never allowing emotion
to get lost in the shuffle

of elements;
a downpour of pulsating vowels
and consonants;

your words sashaying around

like there are no rules
in poetry.

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