Invariably,
You prefer to come
To me in the dark.
"You're more my temperature then,"
You once said.
I'm not much of a thermometer,
But I am the eurythmy
To each syllable you give
In such settled shadow.
A play of murmurs and fingertips,
You once named this.
Always I see a wreath in your hair,
In colors of Persia,
Textures of night,
And the soft blended lines
Of you I know
Infallibly.

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

How do you write a poem?
I'll tell you how.

Place your fingers on the keyboard,
one by one.
Push down and form phrases,
and wham! you're done.

Hit enter a couple times,
to space it right.
Indent here and there,
and view the sight.

If you prefer the traditional way,
that's nice.
Write with a pencil and a paper,
maybe use pen for some spice.

Write a tale or an engaging work.
Write to your heart and your mind's voice!
Write a world full of mystery, suspense or fun.
You're the writer, and it's your own choice!