date me. im a poet.
open yourself to my intrusion; i want to write about you.
lace these blue inked lines with pieces of you in metered rhymes and poetic prose; i wish to write about you.
will you... give me something to pen about you today?
i long to squeeze lemons of you onto a page and watch the edges curl around your bitter wetness; containing you w fail..
because you cant be held
in.
i long only to gaze at the glory of you framed in the pages of my journal
and pray this time i dont lose it in transition.

so.. again.. date me.
im a poet.
i beg of you, baby..
let me write about you?

i wont promise a collection of pretty poems
or
blossoming words of flattery.
but
i will adore you in word play;
showcasing your fault lines in all their rapture;
encouraging the world to be just as you are
because
when they read you spread across my pages they will want to write about you, too.
You think, maybe.. we could all write about you?

Youre a vibe of indescribable musing
and if i could just..
place you w all your rough edges on to these smooth lines,
I could encourage someone to read today..
even if its just you who's eyes glide across my words drinking yourself in becoming full off the high that you are.

certainly, then.. youll see how poectic ive colored you.
surely, youll demand that i write about you.
youll beg me to date you.
in response,
i'll pile high journals on journals in front of you
and youll see
all this time,
all along...
ive BEEN writing about you.