[3way]

Nothing 

Open 

But 

Both 

My 

Cheeks 

Each 

Of 

Your 

Hands 

Turing 

The  

Page 

Without  

Getting 

The 

Poem 

Is 

Never 

For 

Everyone 

Except 

Me 

A 

Face 

Is 

An 

Ass 

Tunred 

Verticle 

And 

Less 

Happy 

And 

A 

Poem 

Is 

Spoken 

From 

That 

Cool 

Purple 

Place 

Sometimes  

It’s 

Red 

After 

You 

Use 

It