Would his poetry bare witness to our intimacy?
Would he bare his soul to me,
through his word’s and ink?
Would I become his poem,
his inspiration and aspiration?
Would his lips, bare and sweet
leave a poetic dream for me,
to caress and meet him there?
Would we become naked and fresh,
like a worm spring air,
that breathes our passions
in to its bloom?
What if I fell in love with a poet ?
Would we become bare
or would he spoil our love with
his wicked word’s?
What if I fell in love with a poet?
© By Amanda D Shelton