Have you ever known a guy to write poetry?
She asks.
Yes.
Sweet poems and lyrics
Sonnets and Ballads
Epics and Limericks.
Words that bite into your skin like teeth.
I've know men that command words
Not speak them.
Words that dance upon the wind
But settle into your soul
Like stone.
I've known men
Not boys
Trying to grasp at words that fail.
Trying to impress the girls
with shy smiles and round cheeks.
Tonight I do not read poetry by a man.
I read words written on paper
Crossed out
And written in again
Never considering the heartbeat they create.
The way they feel when they hit upon your chest and burst.
Yes I've met a guy who writes poetry.
Just not tonight.

I write poetry says the boy
I write emotion says the teen
I write because I know no other way says the man.
Words are not expression
are not context.
They are music spoken rather than sung and they way they catch on your teeth
and in your ear
that is where meaning comes from.