Poets are poets, famous or not
they love, they kiss, they cry

And in any kind of weather
they spill their ink

Then let their words flow
whether rain or snow

Married or not, young or old
Sleeping in the cold

In sickness or in health
On a bed near death

Poets write about their love
poets write about life

Poets write and write and write
Some write until they die

Words can be slippery don't you know
Like, alone in the dead of night
skating across black ice
Words sliding from one's mouth
before they realize
Words are powerful, words are strong
before you know it
You've said something wrong

The imprint you leave on my bed
is marked for my comfort -
The intangible smell
on my unwashed sheets -
I would wear them like a coat
if it meant I carried your scent,
I would wash them if it meant
I will see you again -
But most of all
I want this imprint to be,
an everlasting dent.

Peak at the stars,
Gaze at the moon -
Hide away safe,
Come again soon.

Become my shield,
Knight to his horse -
Fairy-tale dreams,
I will be yours.

Rescued from myths,
Dragon's include -
One true loves kiss,
Hearts are renewed