You can be stubborn as a poem
Refusing to yield and budge
To anyone but your clairvoyant admirer
Who would look past the black ink
And glean out meaning from the white of the page
Like a poem, you'd wait an eternity
Cradling the unsaid in your lap
And I
In my impatient seduction
Will take of you what I can
To transmute into a poem
One as stubborn as you