I’ve fallen in love
Not with a man
Nor a woman

But with the tiny etchings scribbled across the margins of my notebook
With the lyrics of a lover
With the heartsong of humanity

I’ve fallen in love
Not with a man
Nor a woman

But with the words that echo across a parchment
With the fancies of a fighter
With the doo-wops of a dame

I’ve fallen in love
Not with a man
Nor a woman

But with the capacity they have to empower
To speak to the girl staring down at the pages
Soaking in every word, every phrase she can remember

I’ve fallen in love
With poetry