Dress me like poetry in silk stanza stockings, <br />in pearls of metered verse on a syllabic strand. <br />Brush rhythm through my hair and rhyme on my lashes, <br />and paint me in tones of syntax and sonnet sand. <br /> <br />Dangle diction diamonds to adorn my face, <br />like cascading charms of sweet metaphoric prose. <br />Give me blue ballad bonnet alliteration <br />and assonant slippers with repetitious bows. <br /> <br />With sestina skirt and connotation corset, <br />I am the allusion and the symbol of love. <br />I am the onomatopoeia twilight song, <br />the euphonious moonlight that shimmers above. <br /> <br />So dress me like poetry, in pleasant pantoum <br />or in the cacophony of a villanelle, <br />in the ode of hyperbole or anapest, <br />in romantic Terza Rima or Terzanelle. <br /> <br />Dress me like poetry with the breath of your kiss, <br />and let your precious flower blossom in the night. <br />Then, move mountains for this moment and disrobe me. <br />My petals stroked by the gentle hands of moonlight.<br /><br />Linda Marie Van Tassell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dress-me-like-poetry/
