lamp rubbing

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come out of hiding now, neglected Genie!
come, show me how to do what Shakespeare could:
bound inside these few lines, make me Houdini,
freeing myself to make Love understood.

great men like Shakespeare can’t be overthrown,
nor is that what i want, Genie, from you;
i want my love (a woman’s love!) made known
as well as his—different, but no less true.

this game he mastered, i’ll try playing too,
from the opposing side, like a reflection,
& by succeeding, if i’m destined to,
i’ll intimately admire his perfection.

but, Genie—take your lamp. climb back inside.
beside my lover, you’re unqualified.