Taking out a an insurance policy
on my words, should the worst happen,
so that my most valuable possessions
remain in the right hands,
or the left, if you so desire, when I retire
my pen, my keyboard
and my seat,
where I was inspired by the elite.
You can get sick from the sweetness,
roll your eyes at my use of semicolons,
count the syllables, dissect the meaning,
or, file them under the letter p.
I have been seduced by alliteration,
mesmerized by your metaphor,
sung to the softness of sonnets,
and drown in pools of my own sighs.
Prosperity comes in many forms
and fashions, but, oh, what a gift
I have been given-
to be in love