Nights of Poetry

by Paul Hellweg

Whenever we make love,
I am reminded of the poet e.e.
for that’s what I want to experience,
inside you, definitely plural.

I have slept already
too many nights without poetry
to let you go without regret,
though I know I must,
for your sake, mine, and
all tomorrows to come,
dreamt or not.

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