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I am audacious enough
to call myself a poet—
a magician with words,
yet
you always leave me,
tongue-tied, and tapped out.
There are no words
to put to page that can uncage
my beast of love.
If I could, I would wrench this heart
from my body, to hurl at your feet,
to bleed forth in fervent flood—
to prove my love.
I cannot write it;
you must read the poem
in my eyes.
Kat Mortensen©2012
