Catch Me

I write a poem at dawning;
You catch me in the night;
Oh, what has come upon me
That I can’t faster write?

Ha Ha! And yet I love it—
This getting caught by you.
There’s nothing, no, there’s nothing,
That I would rather do!

So catch me, sweet, oh, catch me,
Catch me with your lips;
Catch me with your mouth on mine,
And with your fingertips.

Or if you only catch with pen,
Catch me, love, again, again!
Catch me till I’m caught so much
I’ll think our lips do really touch!

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