Dear Poet

poet...
your words slither through my blood stream
as if i'm addicted to your metaphoric infested stanzas
your, brilliantly put phrases glisten behind boastful eyes
reading through the cracks of my inner bosom
you reflect my past as if you knew me.
i linger on your every word because it all makes sense.
if your words could jump off the page and into my hands
i would embrace them with the tips of my tongue
only enough to taste your inner spirit
and if so, your words would truly become my story.

poet...
i've longed for someone to touch me this deep
longed for someone to strip me naked and reveal my flesh
because under my skin,
the scars never seemed to surface.
they never made it out to breathe for air
my scars never had the chance to heal
until your words anointed them.
your medicine has my heart beating a thousand miles an hour
tachycardia could be the death of me...
but let me die because i'm ready to be a chapter in your story.

poet...
your words reflect my prayers
answering them as if you were god himself...
you are my calling.
sometimes i tend to believe that you are unreal.
i tend to believe that the blood that pours out of your skin
are already created into words so that all you have to do is stamp your paper
and your heart felt emotions will permanently stay
i love reading you,
hearing you,
wanting you...
poet.