and who says you cannot find
yourself in lines of poetry? do
i have to cut off a limb to be
entertaining to you? do i have to
eat a bowl of maggots to catch
your attention?

you have not seen true beauty
until you have looked at the
unending loop of an o or the
careful bend of a f or deep
slope of a m. you have not felt
love until i write one sentence
and then suddenly you feel what
i feel without experience -

the fast beat of your pulse, the long nights
spent in thick, sweaty sheets pleading
for more, the arguments where you
are ripping your heart out of your
chest, bleeding and screaming here
here here take it and realize i love
you and the times he caught your eye
across the room to share a laugh with you
because he knows the subtle jokes
are your favorite and he knows because
of the nights he has spent with you, laughing

- and that is the power of words,
of what i bend and twist to my will. true
entertainment is in lines of poetry,
in the spaces between them, in the
implanting of emotions and ideas
into someone you may never know.

as i write, i create and now i create
in you a fresh vision for language
that is in the palm of your hands,
begging to be touched,
pleading to influence whole nations
and mend torn hearts and bring
an entire generation to their knees,
then re-define them for the glory
burning bright in their souls, for the
beauty that is constantly
being refined within them - the one
i see, the one you may see in faint
moments where humanity unites
and fights as one, but it is always
there, simmering under the surface
with the intensity of a thousand suns.

this is the power of language. and you
are denying yourself and you will
suffer. enjoy the pleasure of words with me.

create new life with me.