You Tie My Tongue In Knots, But Not My Pen Poem by Stephen Martin II

You clever little temptress
For you I wrote each word
And I’ll keep you in this notebook
‘til I muster up the courage

I will let my eyes read over you
Until every word is spent
And I’ll hold a mental image
Next to things I wish I said

The only you I can hold
Is in this flimsy volume
But I’ll memorize each part of it
Hidden in word’s asylum

As I photograph your body
Mental images of words
I seek to hold your beauty
As I read thru every curve

The more I read and reread
Your pages become thin
But you never lose your beauty
So I read these poems again