How thoroughly wonderful when two voices come together as one! Enjoy this lovely read!
Intro: This is part of a real conversation (tweaked a bit for meter and rhyming purposes) between the two peotic souls who own/manage this blog.
My pen hasn’t bled in a while, said I
Remember how it never used to go dry?
My nib would constantly pierce out of my bosom
Spilling ink onto page, bleeding with good reason
You ARE poetry and so will it remain thus
This love so strong, it takes the words from us
But the poetry always remains, my beloved
For, in your bosom lies the fountainhead
But I’m all out of poetry now, blunt are my paper swords
Unspeakable love I feel, I am so lost for words
Help me, dear Muse, all the inspiration your love begets
Squeeze me and wring out of me the last dregs
Rather would I fill you, darling muse, with my essence
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