He Spins My Head Poem by Karin Holloway

He spins my head we dance in bed
My poetry beguiles him
He spoons me honey hot and runny
And keeps my body trim.

It won't run dry, gotta pump it out
Gotta see it dried in the moon
Cuz it grows inside too big to hide
Might explode when it needs room.

So I'll scratch it down scorched rhyme,
Hot rhythm in the pants,
A love that's true until this June -
How shall we end romance?

Yet all our means run to this end,
Separate, we entwine -
Tis pain to end, , this kiss should last
In memory, in time.

Please don't talk of love, let it loosely lie,
Another needs me, too -
He lies alone without his home
Because I wanted you.

All this structure seems constriction
Conscription to a rule -
Let me grow, let me Be and you I'll free
You'll see I am no fool.