“I would be lying
if I said my soul didn't resonate
with the words you write”,
what you do write is a gift,
“an attention to detail that seems
to cost the rest of the world so much.”

I am myself found somehow
in your words, your beautiful lines
and I fight when you fight,... I try.

You... You are a muse, an author
often able to feel and hide inside,
and most of all, you are a wish to never meet,
for the fear of betraying myself
or displaying my faults

you and I, and our emotions,
given to words, put into forms
that dance, and entice and lure the mind,
the body and inner hidden parts...
they are right.

I am in your words tonight,
as I am most nights
and I am naked,
I am willing,
I am hopeful
and I won't lie...

A part of this mind and heart are in love,
the other parts know the world outside.
Write, write, please, weave me a world
of shared uniqueness
eloquent reasons why I know
as little or as much
to share,
I'm in your words tonight.