He Is My Poetry
(My Tumultuous Tuesday Offering)
Poetry is mine
Cause it aims to please
Engaging my thoughts
With little bits that tease
His poetry and lyrics stripes my soul
But keeps me nice and warm
And ever so gently
Enticing me with charm
Line after line
Leads me to the next
No matter what the topic
I am engrossed in his text
Some lines rhyme
While others easy flow
His poem dances through me
In sync toe to toe
His poetry is sweet
Temperamental and cool
His poetry stand by
Its own set of rules
His poetry is sexy
And sometimes raw
But mostly his poetry
Keeps me in awe…
To take a step
Outside of myself
To see myself clearer
Despite of myself
and…
Nothing slips better
From the stroke of my tongue
Than the poetry he brings
Sweet, free and forever young
