how to get over ["when the poem flirts..."]

for those of us who can’t quite quit her when the poem flirts similes hugging her thighs like a tight skirt: consider the possibilities. if the poem follows you home, whiskey pickling her tongue: make her coffee, black. if the poem arrives dressed as metaphor, begging for candy: trick or retreat till the mask falls. should the poem slink outta panties, stand naked demanding touch: finger her lines till her stanzas beg for an encore: come again, explore, imagine odd positions of sweet revision. and whenever she whispers, stop: listen and leave her be.