Borrowers

Borrowing from Shakespeare
“admit impediments,
love is not love”
Writer’s block since our last kiss,
creative starvation has me weak.

Borrowing from Dickinson
“you, unsuspecting, wear me too—
and angels know the rest”
Longing drives me mad;
this desire must be a sin.

Borrowing from Whitman
“I walk by the shore,
the one I loved that caress’d me”
I pray the storm in his head
doesn’t shipwreck the love we made.