I don’t fall into categories
I prefer to create them
make them shine on my skin
so only lovers with no thoughts
can see them. Leave chat groups
that are toxic for the soul and
create an affair with words
you adore. I discussed poetry
and words and how I have always
been writing, only now it has
controlled me, I can’t contain
it in a beer barrel anymore and
put a lock on it for happy hour.
I can’t shut it off and go to sleep.
I wake up with it and walk around
with these words on the tip
of my fingers and my tongue.
Here they are discussing the
way we move in and out of bed,
the way we talk, with respect
and patience. The way you ask
questions and wait for a reply.
No one ever cared for the same
reasons. Discussions of the soul
with no words are the ones
I cherish. The way we communicate
that first brought us together
and will eventually tear us apart.
I can see the story, I can write
it, I can direct it, I can begin
and end it. I know how to
do it all
for I am a dreamer
and so are you.