book shelves

I was born with poetry
I cried for poetry
I bled from poetry
seven months out of the womb
born at home, eager for the poem

in the morning
the poems rise with the fog
at night they nest
in my eyes

poetry is my lover
she undresses my mind
like a burlesque dancer

Poems nailed
to the walls
of my heart.

poems jump from
the keyboard
escape outside
fly high like a kite
at ocean beach

poems are in my skin
they are here there
and everywhere

In my dreams
I make love to the poem
in the morning
she wakes me with a kiss

I dream poetry
I breathe poetry
I live for poetry
I will die for poetry

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