You are my Poem!

You are my poem!
The poem I have still to write.
If you’d let your perfumed body
be my paper for a day,
I’ll let my silent fingers
be your pen for a day.
Let me mix
my verbs and nouns..
.. and gently pour them
onto the curve of your back.
Let me weave my adverbs and adjectives,
and slowly spread them…
over your heaving chest.
Let me write all day long —
till sun yawns.. and moon wakes.
Let me write all night long —
till stars hide.. and dawn creeps.
Oh let me gently
fill the spaces between your fingers,
with the ink of my mute hands.
And let me softly scribble
forbidden poetry into your ears,
.. and make garlands from it
to decorate my wavy hair.
Let my words..
.. letters
.. and spaces
take forms of balmy simpers
on your honey nectar lips —
like verses never penned before
on your lazy waxing smile.
O’ let time write all the way..
till the paper is filled!
Let moments write in any way..
till my ink is dried!
Let my fingers bleed unknown languages..
into the voice
of your trembling heart.
Let my fingernails 
speak a thousand cosmic dialects,
upon the planes of your blank skin.
Let me break every norm of literature!
Let me reject,
every form of grammar!
And then..
and then let me simply forget,
where to put my commas
my colons
my full stops…
so our poem doesn’t pause,
.. doesn’t stop
.. doesn’t end
Tell me this much, my Gibbous Moon!
If I make you love every line,
every metaphor,
every synonym —
even the antonym of my Poetry —
will I get to keep the Poem
… and the Book too?
Yes, You!
You are my poem!
The poem I have still to write!


~ IZ ~


16 thoughts on “You are my Poem!

  1. To be someone’s unwritten words, lines and verses – sigh… how eloquently you have written this sentiment. There are so many things I love about this, including the unbridled nature, but what really caught my attention was the movement from ‘my poem’ to ‘our poem’. Of course, the answer to your question has to be yes…. such a creature would gladly allow you to keep the poetry and the book 🙂 I am, however, a little stumped by your use of Winged One. I wondered if it was a reference to the Deya Dova Myth of the Cave, an angel or someone out of reach. Either way, This has become my favorite of yours. Have a beautiful day!!! 🙂

  2. Oh P.. You never fail to surprise me with your keen observations. Indeed, the movement of it perfectly reflects that with which I penned it.. The piece is presented in its raw, untouched form — perhaps thus the movement hasn’t subsided yet. *smiles*

    And the “Winged One” — I see that you’d caught my poem before I could edit that phrase. Well, was used for the “Book” mentioned in the poem. Some ‘wings’ are in constant ‘flight’..

    And.. Thank you so much for being the first one to leave your kind words on most of my poems! It means so much to me, that you take your time and read my humble pieces. I’m glad this has become your favourite! It sort of is mine too. *laughs*

    And ssshh about the ‘unbridled nature’. Some Poems are best left untamed and wild. ☺️

    1. You are a wonderful poet, SF, and you are welcome. I am simply grateful to be able to read your seasoned lines. 😊

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