Its hand will move, controlled by my own mind
from left to right and then repeat itself in kind.
While Sarah watches with her blue Canadian eyes
I’ll wrap your lovely little hands in sturdy ties.
Then you will speak your poetry quite freely and at speed
and we shall judge its innate quality indeed.
The reason for the ties are really manifold
but will not be revealed this time, will not be told.
It will, of course prepare you for a poet’s walk
and it is docile poets, just like you we need, to talk
to further this great art without undue haste
much later you can type and edit, even later, paste.
But first, due to my nature being quite obsessed
and with superior taste and sharpened eyesight blessed,
I crave not only molecules found deep in stalgatites
it is the close and fragrant company of women, during nights
and other times that is for me the same as fire for small bugs
hence you and Sarah walk with me, each mile there will be hugs.
Another bonus is the cushioning when linking arms with care
a subtle little pleasure from the land of Mommabear.
Lest you or Blue Eyes fear the journey lead to Nomansland
there is no need to question poetry and you will understand,
a poets’ meeting, in small circle, must inspire inner cells
which is essential to creation and will ring exquisite bells.