Honey ego

If I chose another name
it would Malta
to please my honey ego that is alter.
And if I chose between you
and a glass of martini Rosato
would end up with Bacardi -
my poetry muse, rum Erato.
And if my optician suggests
that I shouldn’t ever eyefck you,
I’ll still have a choice of how to
bid you, my lunarstruck, adieu

Reviews

[Chris]

Desire is a tremulous thing ...it occurs as and when IT wants to - unbidden and seldom readily nor easily controlled. And even the gender of the "appreciator" doesn't forestall the "appreciation".

[Coyote Poetry]

You made the words danced to perfect ending. The poetry made me smile. Thank you Mariam for sharing the amazing poetry. I did like this one.
Coyote

[Mariam]

Thank you!! happy that you smiled :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Poetry should make us laugh, cry or smile. You are welcome Mariam.