To My Love, Poetry

In the oddest of forms

we walk 

and listen 

to bizarre inspirations

of an imaginative scramble of words and rhythm

our own ability to run 

without feet

and listen to wrongs 

to make right 

expressed in true from 

black

or colored ink

poking fun at

what's wrong with the world

we make laughter and tears and understanding 

but most of all we make joy 

within myself 

I embrace your rebellion 

grasp your concept and we become one 

silently we lay, write, draw, shower

 in our own thoughts

together and odd 

i want to continue to walk with you

for all it's worth

im not free without you