I write for pages,
get lost in the mezzanine
hidden from stages.

As a woman still,
without the right kind of mouth,
my tongue’s of no use.

He utilizes
form for a striking lecture;
young poets shiver

inexperience,
but thaw over their own work,
fertilize magic.

Such is a community
of inviolable immunity, protected
from tampering or harpooning
mutiny. Every better thinker’s impulse
to shrink us (at the shoreline from our
lifeblood’s deep pulse) uses disparaging
scrutiny to sink us.

I'm a very shy person towards my intimacy and private life.

May feel like you're falling', Tabby, but remember, I'm at the bottom ready to catch you.