Boyfriend Charmer

 
my mouth is a vicious circle…

a rebounding, wounded dictator

witch

hindsight ought

before sight

so my I’s aren’t sorry

so my brows don’t cede

so my knows isn’t

Pen-occhio—

so my chin needn’t climb

so my bones shouldn’t pronounce

so my cheek isn’t read

long

so my leisure time pre-vents penance

but write…