A Push in the Write Direction

She said she wrote,

and I was

kind of floored

because her eyes burned bright

enough to remind me

of mine

any time we mentioned

her penchant to soar

with a rhyme.

But she said she'd given it up

for a while

and that's when it hit me:

her thoughts were too precious

like her lips,

to not be kissed

by a stanza.

And so quickly I urged

her in that direction.

I hope soon she's empowered

to shower her vision

upon the dry tongues

that, in sweet submission,

will welcome the rain.

A veil lifted

for the world to lock eyes

with her gaze...

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