What if I fell in love with a poet?
Would his poetry bare witness to our intimacy?
Would he bare his soul to me,
through his words and ink?
Would I become his poem,
his inspiration and aspirations?
Would his lips bare and sweet,
leave a poetic dream for me;
to caress and meet him there?
Would we become naked and wild,
like a warm spring air
that breathes our passions
into its bloom?
What if I fell in love with a poet ?
Would we become one,
or would he spoil our love with
his wicked word’s?
What if I fell in love with a poet?
Would he be like his poetry;
rare, smooth, and grungy?
There's only one lover for me,
that would be poetry.
© By Amanda Shelton
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
What if I fell in love with a poet?
Would his poetry bare witness to our intimacy?
Would he bare his soul to me,
through his words and ink?
Would I become his poem,
his inspiration and aspirations?
Would his lips bare and sweet,
leave a poetic dream for me;
to caress and meet him there?
Would we become naked and wild,
like a warm spring air
that breathes our passions
into its bloom?
What if I fell in love with a poet ?
Would we become one,
or would he spoil our love with
his wicked word’s?
What if I fell in love with a poet?
Would he be like his poetry;
rare, smooth, and grungy?
There's only one lover for me,
that would be poetry.
© By Amanda Shelton
Request permission to use this poem