Last night I made love to poetry in a dim moonlit setting that was unrehearsed, smooth was her Poise and her verse which hastily began to start of this poetic intercourse she stroked me with her thought of improper pronouns,that led to the use of unusual nouns, with the thought of what kind of metaphorical juices that would be found. Sweet with the innocence of a Doctor Seuss book, she opened up for onomatopoeia so that I could take a look, where to conjugate my verbal prefixes and punctuations in a literal sense, this meeting might have been shorter than a Richard Wright book but this "Black Boy" was not...