Who wants to read a love poem about someone else’s divine.
Not me, for sure.

No one wants to read my love poem
but that’s not why it’s here, in front of you, in front of me.

Emotive, raw, wreckless love cannot stay within you
you sing, sing that love through every breath
every thought and smile

It seeps through your pores, your eyes
Through your finger tips
An energy that cannot be contained

It’s an excitement, a rush that try as you might
Just can’t wrap into a formal poetic structure
It just pours so fast I can’t put it on paper

I’ll keep oozing until I see you again