"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Moved to write, as I moved in you
I will make you my muse, darling one.
As only I could ever do.
Revealing all but telling none,
All red-rag and smoking gun.
You moved in me, a little stir.
A warming hum,
A cat-like purr.
My little heart was struck quite dumb.
A little slip in its metered drum.
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