Proofreader(For Jan) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Proofreader(For Jan)
Running a high temp
reality(as I know it)
melting before me
I am about eye level
with your right breast
as you type nakedly
I watch as your nipple
follows eagerly
everything you type
as if at any moment
it would
shout out
'You left a comma out! '
(or correct is spelt incorrectly) .
It bobs before me
a diligent proofreader
as your words
turn into poems
&
I
...pass out!
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5/7/2024 11:42:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hee hee and hee. What a unique viewpoint on what lies before you or maybe you were just delerious? Hot stuff! Doral