Two word-shapers met to have tea
Both submitting to their own poetic-deity
Ultimate power grasped in their pens
The world around them amuck in its sins
Giant pendulums and Trojan horses
Fate, death, love and many forces
Each stowed away in their private hash
But astride the power of love, their words clash
When no call is stranger than that of a poet
Shifting the letters until amor fits
Their love is the core of literature
And all of humanity will stir
As their lips meet amid the rain drops
The world we know halts, stops
Waiting with bated breath
For a poet’s dance always ends in death
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