If Poetry

If poetry was sex,

I’d recite to you the ways my

Thoughts pour out for you,

Id devour you

with love rhymes that

would

get you tongue tide,

I would tell you all the ways

you make me melt,

and with a simple whisper

make you wet.

I

Would make to love you.

I would hold you as

I recite my poems to you,

I would make you my muse.

I would hold my pen

to your chest and beautify all your

flaws so that you would never

diminish them.

I would use your body

as canvas, and with a slight stroke

Show you the beauty

you’ve been hiding from the world,

If poetry was sex ,

I’d make love to you every damn day.