Jan 09

Your Poetry

I read your poems. No, I
devour your poems. They are

Each one leaves me with such want,
pure longing. How does one live 
a life like that? How does one see 
the world like that? You are a 
mystery unsolved in my mind. 

There is tangible feeling in every line
you write and 
sometimes I feel as if I will burst 
open into a ripely green forest, full of 
all the similes you craft.

I devour your poetry.