This is the way we make love –
Words back and forth, innocent
Repartee and almost hidden
From ourselves, but she knows
I wouldn’t quit; she’s ideal, and

Though we might never meet
She could say yes any day; I’d be
More than ready every way, my
Vowels in place for greater conjugation:
Literature, my aim and obligation

©Dean Baker

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