Once you told me keep on running baby
break on through
with your words, your drive, your sexy
energy. Once you told me to stay,
don’t leave, come back from the dead,
from the people you never meet. Here I am
in all my vulnerability; everyone loves you baby,
but no one knows you. I can hold
your hair back while you let out your fears
all over the toilet. Tell me your favorite poem,
lay back and listen to the words while I whisper
them in your ear. Destroy the times of the day
with your lips. Open all my closed doors and
dig deep because the treasure is waiting. Hoping.
Caring. Singing. Loving,
No one can be as patient as I am. Flocking to
concerts, art shows, literary festivals, and
still you are not in the crowd with me. Poetry is
the destruction and motivation of our lives. Breaking
me up inside, spreading my legs wide for you,
salt sea baths under water.
It is a short song, a long sigh
a poetry book in the making
with no buyers. Who buys poetry books
anymore? It is a short poem
with tons of nuances, spices
of love to ignite some recipe
within you. I check up on nothing.
Just to see your name and how
everyone loves you. You wait for her
I wait for him. Maybe the crowd
will disappear, as it eventually does.