it is not a poem
the way you make me feel

it is something stranger
much more sinister
more real

written far beneath the mind
far too deep to be heard

in a dark and secret place
where there are no words

  primal  
feral            
powerful              
passion stripped of prose

we are naked animals
underneath our clothes

no meter or pentameter
no semblance of control

not a poem

but obscene graffiti
scrawled across my soul