Poet...

Poet...

There is something about your

Choice of words

A turn of phrase

A delicacy of form

The sweep of tender regard

Released with gentle urgency

From the tip of a sharp tongue

To the subtle innuendos

Uncovered in flagranti

With no remorse

Revealed in the shadow

At the nape of an

Elegantly curved

Cheeky brass neck

Good humour and irreverence

Run the length

Of an unbroken spine

Clear through to

The dog-eared

Sweat-stained

Back pages

Where the sweetest prizes

Often lie,

Hidden in digression

And disguise.