To Win You Over

My slaughter of syllable alone could rupture your ear

and you decide you never were and won’t ever be here

still I place finger to key and force rhythm from rhyme

try for resplendence in verse only to tap out a stale line.

I could be the muse to your music and the net to your fall

arouse the lilt of your lyrics and the pitch in your call

and so I memorize quotes from your favorite book

and leave notes in your margin to bait the catch in your hook.

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