i have spied the poetry in your movings
i became lost in its rhythm, the curves the words painted
i cannot imagine that you meant to be so intricate
but the moonlight’s dalliance hides and reveals what is in your eyes
you are a candle in the dark of all unspoken hopes
you have imagined me into breath, out of the nothing was i
brewed in your hot lips, rising like smoke
Reflection
10:18pm friday, 18th april
I have lied again, always wondering what it took to be a poet, to always want to confront my life, to see if I am worthy of a God, and if God is worthy of me.
Reflection
love