For a misnomer of a love poem, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Love Poem / by Peter Meinke
When I was a man sharp as a polished axe in the polleny
I loved a woman whose perfume swayed in the air, turning
the modest flowers scarlet and loose
till the jonquils opened their throats and cackled out loud
Arresting stuff and well chosen. But how much more staggering the effect if he’d reversed the roles: When I was a woman sharp as a polished axe . . .
Sounds like you should write a great reply poem!
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