Poetic lover

Lets sit around and quote poetry.
Piss our day away on worn out
Metaphors and similes we don’t
Understand. We’ll lie hand in hand,
Quoting on demand, anything the
Other wants to hear. And we’ll
Hold dear every syllable, knowing
It was requested and delivered
Specifically for the other. We’ll
Develop labels for ourselves,
Something tragic like “poetic
Lover”, and as we empty the shelves
And pass the books between
Ourselves, we’ll feel a sense of
Fulfilment that can’t come from
Physical contact. We will provide
What previous lovers lacked, by
Quoting the minds of great poets,
Re-creating their romance although
We may not know it. And when we’ve
Run out of quotations and annotations
To read, to stop us both from feeling
Alone, we’ll fall into bed, and make
Poetry of our own.