I was in love with a Poem: The poet lured her victims into her wild kingdom of Word, words, words, that became the forest of sexual illusion verses and verses that I never encounter; In this kingdom I never notice the Sunrise before Sunset The chanting before the protesters Lightening before the winds suddenly brought on by the rain, That triggers the mighty storms: The poetics effects of Similes, Hyperbole, Understatement and personification devices got my attention Pages after pages, line of words that opened my eyes, The mighty pen, a trending poem, and there I was a loyal reader With an amazing cup of hot coffee The poem took me through this much-modernized tale of Alice’s rabbit hole adventures Poems are to be read aloud, loving making is meant to be private So is mourning for the dead: Some things are just meant to be...private My love for the poem and my admiration on its poetic views Is more than human emotions, than my stimuli of brain sex I read the poem while sipping my coffee, Birth, death, politics and religion Sex, drugs and empty souls : human emotions, This much-modernized free verse poetry can causes multiplies orgasms