Sometimes I wonder about you
Your eyes inhaling what I’ve written
Your mouth lipsynching my words
My words becoming your words inside you
Yes, I wonder who you are, and
what you find in what I write
Do you see what I see?
What do you see?
Poetry is a funny thing
Always more than what meets the eye
Like an onion, so many layers to peel away
Like an ocean with no bottom, no end to its depth
I wonder what you feel about my words
What you bring to them, and
what you leave behind
without either of us noticing
I like the way you dance with my words
Yes, you give legs to my poetry
That’s a good thing. Don’t you think?
Wanna rumba?
Poetic Alchemist 