I’m putting these words on the page.
And they’re staying here
As they come out, whether they like it
Let’s talk poetry.
Let’s use silence.
Because to do this,
We don’t need words,
We breathe poetry, suck it from the air,
Lap it from a bowl like milk
With pink cat tongues
And I can see those feline eyes in you, Tiger.
Use your tongue
To write these words,
Carve them into the solid wind
And paint them on the face
Of a delicate distant star.
Sing the words
With the movements of your body,
Let the ripples of smooth muscle beneath your skin
Hiss the phrases
Through your veins.
Let the blades of grass
Pressed down by your agile footsteps
Tell the story of your journey
As they weave birdsong into that almost silent poetry
Mount the top of the hill.
Kiss verse to my lips,
Stroke similes from my flesh
And pluck the words to fatten them
From the trees ripe with autumn harvest.
I just want you to see
How easy it is
To find these rhymes in the bright round world
And mark them in your head
To save them for later
To put them on paper
Because I know they like to hide from you
When it comes time to write them down.
To save this day,
And feel this rhythm
And pour it onto the page, just