I'm poring over your words...
Sophistication beyond compare
I can only savour in gulps
Such fantastic fare

•••••

Your stars are sculpted out of porcelain
Whilst mine, white washed vinyl
Your haloed moon, commands immediate attention
Mine only hovers...
As elliptical paint over stencil

Oceans of yours brim full
Catching the shards from the noon day sun
When mine suffer from receding tides
Turning into stagnant estuaries
where water hardly runs

Myriad views from snow swept mountains
You paint perfect with delicate pairings
Stuck with a view from a porthole
Sometimes all I see,
are the vast expanses of tumultuous endings

•••••

Still poring over all of your words
They all weigh much
but soar like feathers on birds
Artform fit for gods beyond compare
Drowning in the magic...
Of your incredible fare

You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry

i write to forget about you,
but every sentence,
every word,
and every letter
turns and shifts and twists
and searches and cries
and screams
for you,
but i write.