Conversion

These words
are my sexy little red dress.
Wrapped around me tight,
form fitting,
revealing all
the syllables,
magnetized
for the wondering
eye.
Outside the poet’s closet
they are vulnerable,
promiscuous, and risky.
Wild and dangerous,
seducing with
lips spilling poetry.
Wearing sentences
around their necks
they dance
out in public
kissing all
the non-believers
in hopes of poetic conversion