A prompt from Maureen Thorson.

“In your poem for today, use a simple phrase repeatedly, and then make statements that invert or contradict that phrase.”

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I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I transcribed messages from Cupid
onto your skin in lazy patterns.
I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I wrote you sonnets for each season
your heart quivered.
I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I drank of the light that glimmered
from your gazes.
I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I followed the pattern of your gait
and translated it into a message
only Morse himself could understand.
I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I took lessons in elocution,
so I could speak your name
in the most divine way.
I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I tasted the nectar of your cologne
to better ache for your touch
when you weren’t near.
I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I memorized poems to whisper
into the moonlight to send off
so you could still hear me –
even when I wasn’t near.
I wasn’t a lover; I was in love.
I always did love you, even before
the words cascaded from my lips.

Isabelle Palerma