Were I under the duvet with thee,
my love,
the dustbin could overflow with culled love poems,
a tear for each one discarded in order
to see the next from she
that covers a heart in honey, licks it clean
performs dainty pleased ablution's
pours again, and suddenly
a duvet's too warm
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Harry, I like this poem and I think there is a gem here waiting to be lapidated. I agree with 12 about the enjambments — and maybe it's just me, you know? But in my opinion, there are words to be cut, and line breaks to rethink, that would make this an even better poem.
A quick hack job, just something to consider (disregard if inappropriate):
Were I under the duvet with thee,
my love, the dustbin could overflow
with culled love poems, a tear for each
discarded in order to see the next
from she that covers a heart in honey
licks it clean, dainty pleased ablutions
pours again, and suddenly
a duvet's too warm
5ed, of course.more...
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