I am a poet

I am a poet…

I’ll tell you what you need to hear

In between the lines of what you want to.

You will quote me.

You will quote me.

You will go home to share pieces of me

With your friends.

You will carry the taste of my story

In the back of your throat like

Your first kiss,

Because breath is too precious not to remember

Each time we share it with others…

Especially when it’s taken away.

I am a poet…

& if we end up together

I may call your name to the heavens,

Compare you to less forgettable deities,

& nickname your body Eden as we curl up

Into secret creatures in the dark

Promising never to grow old in each other’s eyes.

When this flatters you

To embarrassment

At an open mic

Full of strangers and close friends & you wonder

Why I’m so damn dramatic

Remember,

I am a poet!!

Yes, and I am inclined to say things that

may not rub you softly at times.

My tongue isn’t always clad in silk

But it does come dressed for the occasion.

It has been said that the world needs more witnesses.

Well, I guess I was born with my eyes wide open for a reason.

Understand I am a poet.

I reflect what I see

And you may need to hear something I’ve got to say,

I’ve never known myself better than on the days someone read me off their page.

The truth can hit like an insult when it finds itself in your face unexpectedly but

Don’t be fooled by this because

I am a poet, I am just your own reflection.