a Novel Idea

I will never apologize
for alliteration
or stop breathing

after syllables

reveling
for your attention.

You can word count
in November
and chalk up chapters
one through five
as beginnings of new best seller,

and I will concentrate
on the beauty of constellations

in April,

and twenty words that bring you
out of the darkness
and to your knees,

if it takes me fifty tries
to woo your senses.

There is something beautiful
about an unfinished poem
swirling in my sleep,
churning thoughts like butter

more delectable with age.

Pass me another dollop
of inspiration,
and I will fill your plate
with a dish sweeter
than a craving,

something more savory
than any adjective

ever whispered from your lips.

~