I'll Write You A Poem

I’ll write you a poem

I’ll leak every beautiful scene

That my eyes have stolen and hid,

mixed with the ink of my pen

 stored like wine in the deepest part of my soul

And purposefully spill

What I see in you

Like you’ve stolen a piece of this soul

I’ll write each verse

Like it’s being sung

From a voice only heaven can hear

As your love

Leaves an opera tearing through my heart

A thousand swords of emotions

Fighting to breathe the outside air

And catch a glimpse of you.

I’ll write you a poem

And your modesty will

Refuse the metaphors

Then, with your face low

You’ll tell me the rhythm

Must be another’s pulse

 You’ll say your life is a murmur

Though you’ll never convince me of that untruth

You’ll return your poem

to my unsteady hands

still stained with spilled ink

Rendering them useless

And I’ll hold the paper

saturated with

the fountain of similes

and waves of images you offer my dreams

I’ll fold it up and leave it

In the bottom of a box

of all things unclaimed and left behind

Next to a stick of gum

And an empty book of matches

Because that is the saddest place it could go

Perhaps one day you’ll claim it

And carry it close to your heart.

~Trish