I am baffled by your pentameter who crabwalks over my sandy tongue
smirked at by your similes and a fool to your mischievous metaphors
who play hopscotch on my vowels
I’m left salivating while the consonants undress
the assonance does caress
and desert
the enjambment,
tease and flirt
and while the caesura conquers all
I am left to fall
down a skyscraper of rhetorical questions.
