Poetic Licence

She imagines
a poet’s wife
With a life
Made pretty by words
Swollen and aching
with home-made desires
her eyes
greedily snatch up his words
Belching breath rich with longing
Small hours spent
Dreaming and
suckling the pen
Climbing nibwards to reach
her fantasy made flesh.

She imagines Ted and Sylvia
She imagines Elizabeth and George