Stanzas

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We speak
through
this
love language,
switching
between
pronouns
and the such,
while
letting
our hands
find their way
into
a few adjectives
that
pop
and sizzle
us
closer together.

We
also get
to
title
this poem
like Walt
did
back in the
day,
or when
Spring
took
a break
from
the chatter
of Winter.

See,
I’m
beyond in
love with
the
poetry
that sits
on
your chest
and lips,
so
don’t
mind me
if
I let
my
words
continue
your
stanzas.

M.C. Davis

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Mr. Bill

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Every
now
and then,
we
get to walk
on
clouds,
like
wind on
top of
wind, or
like
a song does
after
everyone
learns
the words.

We get
to
dance like
a
wedding
party
just let loose,
and
I’m
the lucky groom
who
gets
to carry
your love
to
my heart.

See,
I’m a poet,
and my words
dance from
adjective
to
adverb
like loose
leaves,
but you
get
to
hang and test
this
amazing
love.

Mr. Bill,
my love
is
filled
to the rim,
so
my joy is
simply
finding
a larger
glass.

M.C. Davis