#15 - I was going to write a sapphic... but... what the hell, Google?

This day, I was going to write a sapphic,
Somewhat late, it's the prompt for day eleven
But when typed sapphic into my search engine
I became confused.


Sapphic, a poem with a strict syllable count,
Eleven, eleven, eleven and five
And an even stricter rhythm of which I
Cannot get the hang


Instead, apparently, sapphic pertains to
The art of love, l'amour, sexuality,
Between a woman, and her sensual lover,
Love between women.


So now I'm confused as to how this poem style,
Has come to be eroticized, and I can't
Write, too distracted am I imagining
The lesbian sex.



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