Stage Fright

Traditionally

I'd grapple the opportunity

Cognizant of the blasphemy

Unbeknownst to subjective drama

Taking aim at the goal

I told her I'd write for her

Yet it all fell silent

I stumbled trying to position

Articulate definitive extensions of my emotions

I fell short of

Impressing the others 

Knowing she was the write

Poets conjoined

Thoughts trickled 

Inflammatory pages flipped into the microphone

Dashing each listener

Visually taunting their ability to recreate

The beauty undescribed

Attempted descriptions 

Partially selfish

I fell silent

Clinging to my beauty

Maintaining the virginity of our love 

Yet here were the listeners

The critics of the compass

Positioning their focus 

To determine what kind of love we held

I told her I'd take a chance at the podium

Breaking my virgin poetry stage fright

For I had conquered the fear or freely loving

Past your typical induglence 

Accepting vulnerability's promise

Exposing the very shield of disposition

Guaranteed to grapple

The attentions of the artists...

The attention of the bystanders

The attention of my heart beat

Controlling the mic

Now presenting...

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