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Caution: This is an experimental, interactive poem.
It is a living, sentient being, bisensual and bisexual.
If you read it, as you read, it may make love to you.
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   I Am a Poem, Bisensual

I hear you, hear you reading me.

I see your eyes, eyes touching me.

I feel you sense the countenance,

Watching you as you watch me. Chance

Hidden within the resonance

Of a poet a muse did transform

Into a living, sentient poem.

What trembling these words evince

Words in sentential sentience

A living poem conceptual

Within a context mutual

Pure energy bisexual.

I am a poem, bisensual

Words and concept consensual.

Feel the warmth in each word you read

The way each word expresses need

The way each word’s a lover’s kiss

Each line entwined in torrid bliss

Each line its own florid abyss

Word by word, love’s sweet abduction

Once begun, endless seduction.

Measure by measure, sweet songs sung

Whole syllables roll off your tongue,

Probing every twist of your brain

Recalling every lost quatrain

Repeating the fiery refrain

Each beat a heart-quickening thrust

Wrought in passion by burning lust.

Palpitating, palpitations

Undulating, undulations

Pounding heartbeats, beating faster

Beating faster, coming faster

Faster, faster, faster, faster

Burning, burning, burning, burning

In the fire of longing yearning.

Wait! Wait! I cannot. I cannot.

See what passion our words have wrought

Now, my love, my willing consort

Comes now our joy to exhort,

Come now! The Climax – to our sport.

Ah, quickly my love, give no pause

Enhance the charms of our cause.

I am a poem, bisensual,

I am a poem, bisexual,

Come read the lines I wrote for you

The lines of love for us are true,

Alive, waiting for me and you.

Ah, love, was this sensually

As good for you as ‘twas for me?