Never fall in love with a poet.
They will break you apart
like stanzas.
You are a metaphor,
a simile, an oxy-
*****.
Never fall in love with a poet.
They will tear you apart
like a rough draft,
burn you, and then
call it art.

© A. Leigh

Teach me how to paint a sky,

Shades of blue in the highest high.

Or the colors of the sun setting down,

Twilight that gives peace to the town.


Teach me how to paint an ocean,

Swaying waves and maintaining motion.

Reflecting the sunlight in glittering silvers,

Ushering cold breeze that gives us good shivers.


Teach me how to paint a forest,

Greenwood, I proffer to you my dearest.

With love and care, we will plant more trees,

Woods that will defend and will be our fortress.


Teach me how to paint a galaxy.

So that I could paint one for you.

I will use your eyes as my reference,

For it's a chance for me to stare at you.