You are the type of person that makes me want to write poems.
I want to read a few chapters of your voice
which just so happen to have my name in the title pages.
I want to remember your features as a priest remembers scripture
and recite them later to a chapel of windows in the privacy of my bed.
I want to drag my shoes through the fields where you reap your apathy
and plant a few seeds that you'll never find until you're old and weary,
so that maybe when you make yourself a skeleton you'll think back on the garden of me
and remember to live.
I want to feel the pinprick of your kiss and know that it is yours and
forget to recall lo