October 19, 2008

How Things Go in a Poem-Relationship

You are the Poem.

At first you are perfect.

I want to read you all night
– a love poem.

Next, I realize I’m naked.

And you are common,
anyone can have you
folded up in their pocket.

I leave you – unfinished.

1 comment:

Joy Leftow said...

isn't that the way of things though, exciting and desirable at first, later satiated, we see the truth in all its unpleasantness.