I thought poetry loved me
More than you did
But Alas!
Words of joy evaporated
Like dry eyes,
Love eloped;
I ate, slept and woke up
To discover a living death.
You returned
Poetry soon began to flower
The petals heaped over my body
To dangle in the breeze of spring.
I love poetry
You envy her most,
You say
I sleep with you though
Poetry lifts me
To heavenly slumber of dream.
I thought thence
Poetry is your sis-wife
Now realise
She is your soul for me.
