What is it you say my dear poet?
That I am the god and you are the poet?
Cocoons are broken and have come forth,
What does it matter if you write or don't!

I will continue reading you...


What is a straw in the heart?
Where there comes this sudden blow of light?
Silently a thousand ruby petals of words,
Lift the blood...sipped from the poet to the mouth of god.


Your poetry sits under my eyelashes and the heart is drunken poor.