Her Poetry Doesn't Want To Give Me Up

By: M. Douglas Hoss

Her poetry doesn't want to give me up
And I get the blame for it.

She puts promises in my mouth
I can't keep;
Ideas in my soul
That aren’t mine.

But she’s been warned.
Yet, she still makes me move
Into the shadows of her verse,
Becoming everything that she cherishes
And values in this, her dream.

I suppose my only compensation
Will be immortality.