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
orchard
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
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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 . . .
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Sounds like you should write a great reply poem!
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