I haven’t been inspired to write for quite some time

Thoughts cornucopia the brain, but nothing in mind
Writer’s block and cataracts both leave me blind
My pen sings silent night, might as well be mime.
Until I fell into a trance, from your cat-like eyes
Hypnotized, started to dance your electric-slide
Your sweet potato, candied yams, main dish no sides
I do like green eggs and ham, but I love your pie.
Bakers dozen, hot loving, almost burned my tongue
Got me fussin, almost cussin cause I know I’m sprung
I’m on crutches, in your clutches and my legs are numb
From distant lovers, kissing cousins we have become.
Your words like soft silk, nurture like breast milk
Empty cup is now filled, on ice then distilled
Hot flashed and then chilled, this glass will not spill
Until all things surreal become one, and so real.
You feel?

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