You hoped I would take clay words, shape you handsome in poetry.
Use you muse-like, write you anthems in poetry.
Your ideas of romance are reworked designs; if we continue
upgrading weary models, we'll explode like a Samsung* in poetry.
If my heart is your leverage, choked by your hands–
did you really think I'd pay you ransom in poetry?
I won't stitch you a red banner poem to wave as a point blank
declaration. You can't make me throw a love tantrum in poetry.
Mid-sentence kisses aren't soft in algorithmic words.
I can't capture chance meetings when lines aren't random in poetry.
But maybe you're adrift in insecure seas, in which case,
I'll love you with more than pinky promised maxims in poetry.
A lunge for immortality, you've ghosted through all my thoughts
and have shadow-claimed these couplets: my phantom in poetry.
*In reference to the exploding Samsung Galaxy Note 7 phenomena of 2016. The newest Galaxy Note model at the time of the poem.
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ghazals are the coolest poetry form ever and i wish i could do them justice. check out a really really cool ghazal in the external link or just google "ghazals on ghazals" by john hollander and we can fall in love with ghazals together!
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