Each lives inside everyone;

We have little versions of others  pumping hearts
Sharing words with us;
An image, well more than that,
                           It's as if each one
                           Was a poem, a half-living poetry in motion
                           And it's good to talk with those.

Yet sometimes I have to put them all out to sleep,
Sometimes I need a moment with the dark.

She has trust in her eye's
They mesmerize me every time...
Perfection on her lips
The slightest taste should be a crime...

Pain smeared over her smile
The slightest glance i get lost for a while...

Love wrapped around her brain
Mental stimulation that drives me insane...
A boyfriend in her heart that doesn't view her the same..
It's almost as if cruel cupid
Enjoys my pain...

I am a poet
and you should know it
Though do you?

Reading whispered lines
rehearsed by years and time
by my  Roma traveling mind..
unraveling our secret wishes
and sending hand blown kisses

Metaphors they seep my veins
and a poet who is this unchained

Makes you believe
in stories of their Poetry in Motion
And lovers foolish notions
a Gypsy Magic potion
fills your senses
with bloodstained, tearfilled wrinkled paper

Crumpled in a bin
Your heart ...
along with your heart
.....that I pretend to win

Read my words but don't believe
That I will stay
I'll always leave

you at the end
thank you my Poetic Friend

Your affection I do not feign
within my deep and darkest veins
I bleed this Poetry for you

My Gypsy heart will not be still
It seems to have it's own free will
And I am just a poet...living Magic in my words.

Cherie Nolan © 2016