Ended up with a prose type poem.

 

Hour 16

The problem with being in love with a group of poets is I’m monogamous. And most live hours away across state lines. And even if they were close I would be to shy to say much more than hi. So how could they fall in love with me back? And maybe I’m not in love love but one of those other forms of love the Greeks talked about. Back when Zeus’s love life was first told. Maybe I just love them like family. Or maybe it’s friends. Or maybe those are the same. But I know I love my circle of poets.