Muddle me this, batgirl,
hot mess me the question
that riddles your eyes
Your crime wave of love
robbing me of sleep,
mugging in my dreams
Leaving me dazed, dazzled,
that blazon of your heart
flashing like a beacon
Like a call to arms
For dVerse Quadrille
qbit 
I like the heart flashing like a beacon.
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I like this criminal!
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Me too! LOL!
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Great end line!
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LOLOL!
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Sometimes I don’t mind insomnia.
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Oh, that’s good.
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Yesssssss! I so love this!
“hot mess me the question
that riddles your eyes” — hot mess as verb=fantastic.
🙂
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LOL! I knew you’d like the verbing.
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Love the muddling of riddling. You’re a bit of a Joker?
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Hahaha! Yes!
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You hooked me with your opening stanza alone, q!
“Muddle me this, batgirl,
hot mess me the question
that riddles your eyes”
Excellent! 🙂
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Thanks!!
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My pleasure!
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Terrific stuff – heart like a blazon …( kinda on/off) ‘flashing like a beacon’ is so good. Of course, the poem leaves open the question: if she’s batgirl, is the poet just some innocent bystander?
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LOLOL! Not so innocent in this case. Thanks so much!
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Aah! Love it. 😊
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Love, ‘muddle me this’. Great poem, q!
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Thanks!!
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