I came looking for a place to write upon your skin,
But it was far too gentle.
To hold the weight of my words.
I bought a sheet instead.
I went hunting for words in your precious smile,
But it hid pain far too vicious.
For me to even tame.
I bought a dictionary instead.
When I finally came looking for poetry in those lucid eyes,
Even the calm of your hazel dreams.
Jolted wide awake.
I could not buy a poem,
So I became one instead…