When Poets Crush

You slay me in taxonomy of like-tones and knowing inflections
Lavish, succulent, and visceral, they melt me
Your first deafening whisper rippled my eardrum and still resounds
I recall, count, and miscount, the echoes with eyes closed
Savoring your words as they playact across temporal lobes.
You dispatch with the flowery introductions and trite metaphor post-haste
Gripping hearts between teeth, declaring Phooey on every cliché ending
Melting me thru from within like butter in a microwave, no hot knife required,
You chant the warm welcome of a hazelnut coffeepot, and I drink deeply
Trembling in dimwit wonder, reluctant to exhale, lest I forget how it feels to swoon.

^Writing prompt from Heidi T.^