If I could chose a lover it would be
Poetry; a lonely heart’s companion.
Words would descend upon me like
vultures on a juicy carcass.
Tearing my soul like an old King’s
Who needs the rehearsed symphony of meter?
We would be giddy on music & rhythm,
playing on words.
Flirting, laughing, holding hands
we would share a cab ride back home.
There, one by one, we will play
all the tunes of life.
Glowing in the florescent light of a
cheap white wine, we will strip
down worldly frivolities.
Bare down to our bones, to our souls.
We would dance the night away
Naked, wordless, soulful.