My poet.


You paint me a story with words, 

Poet You have me 
In places and times 
Of your choice.

All I ever did in return,
To build you, 
A kingdom 
From clouds & fairy lights. 
But your face of utter wonderment, 
Meant the absolute world 
To me, 
And I came undone.
You rescued me 
The day you met me.
And you’ve been saving me 
Everyday since.
Tempt me not with play , poet.
Don’t be coy and dare to tease
For I shall ravish you nonetheless,  
In ways 
Not even your books could describe.
I can’t tell you things that have no words 
And yet those wretched little things 
Drive me insane 
Uncurling in my heart 
Making me breathless 
With the many things I can’t say. 
After a single kiss I knew 
I’d spend my life trying to 
Fit the right words around you.
You, almost escaped description. 
And then I found a way 
To tell it all in tales
Without the limitations
Of words.
In a room, 
Too small, 
Where we both belong. 
Making the kind of memories 
Worth writing songs about.
Telling each other stories 
Over smoke, 
And some kind of liquor. 
I found it.
I found you.