I don't know why
I have to be near you
for insight to
come to me

I have to be lying
in your arms
to feel the
quiet touch
of poetry
coaxing
thoughts
and words
out of me

...whispering in your ear
about
butterflies and
dreams
and days that
brought us ease- much
lighter than the window
shows
today

I don't want you to be the one who makes me write this way