I am supposed to write you
Poetry
Examining the ache I feel and asking
Do you feel it, too? But in lovelier words,
Something befitting our growing passion

Instead I am seeking blue bubbles with a thrill in my core
Pen slack in hand, sheets threatened,
The delicate flower of inspiration choking on the weeds of modernity

And still I will you to end this waiting
Wishing to reach you as Jane did her Edward
To shake you from sleep with my thoughts
DM me, *******