Hey you,
the one i like,
you’ve got a pretty soul.
Tell me,
is love only something that
pretty people
can produce?
I am
a poet
my soul
eager to the sky.
If I
tell how
I could rip myself open
and let the creatures fly out of my chest
be they eagles
be they Locusts
the meaning
will die.
As He said,
” thought once spoken
is untrue”
let me be silent
not speak at all
but explain myself
with kisses
on your
perfect skin.