Look, I’m not here to lecture you. If I was, you’d know. Then you’d think, not your wheelhouse, is it? And you’d be right. In lieu of a lecture, I have a proposition. What shall we eat, play, flay today? Sashay, maybe––or love, gut, burrow, swim?
I vote dance. Are you coming? Pray? Oh, I see. You are not going to do any of these, are you? Your face says it all: you’re going to stay right there, aren’t you? Until you figure out the poem.
Sigh. Not that you’re listening, but really? Of all the ways to be, you choose that one. And now you want to know what I mean.

But… there are layers to understand in that poem! It must be wrangled!
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You’re reminding me how I read somewhere that a horse whisperer will understand how and when the wild horse will willingly take to being saddled : )
I love the angle and pov!