Poet

POET

Hold me, my body will answer you
confessing truths I cannot express
in conscience thought, the night sky
will attest to the motion and spare
the morning sun denial.

Your Love shall be my companion,this
camaraderie of flesh perplexes in the
error of the message, I shall withdraw
my satisfaction from your depths and
embrace the sensation of joy.

Touch me, a flood enters me, I cannot
contain. It fills me and I spill the return
to fill you within and without. Your hands
tell me I have won. You linger in my heart,
my thoughts, until I think I will go mad to
have you once again.

Draw out my essence, reduce me; I am
a mere mortal until the illusion of control
returns to me.

Love me for I am a poet, a fool of
emotion, of passion, of verse, and I am in
need of embrace to fill my page with the
words of love once again.