poets love
I fell in love with a poet
But neither of us knew it
I fell in love with his rhymes
With they way he combines he and she
and makes them we
how we become one
sharing the same sun
the day kisses my forehead hello as it's kissing his cheeks good-bye
sharing the same moon
but our stars appear differently
this poet i fell in love with
his words were a sweet serendepity
a voice a gentle as a kitten
as rough a bull shark
as ever calming as the ocean running to hug the sea
but for ever sad as the shore chases the ocean when it leaves
it was my favorite voice
to hear the rambling of his thoughts
knowing that he had an unsettled mind
he was the pen and i was the paper
i listened
as he wrote every thought, phrase, and punctuation
like a diary every thought and idea was safe with me
every joke or pun - to hear the laughter in his voice
how genuine and sincere that laugh was
a heart felt laugh, that sarted at the gut and worked its way to the surface
every punctuation he wore on his face, he never had to speak with words
this poet
i was in love with him
but neither of us knew it