I had a poem. It ran away to sea and took me
with it.
We were lovers – sailed through storms, sang in ports, in streets,
in public
We didn’t care – we were taken with the time
I remember catching sight of your face
many times
And being lifted, happy as only words
can be
I knew – and that was all there was to know
My poems and I
ran away to the slinky sea
We were friends
Friends much closer
than my love could tie
For deep in here is where
the two of us are met
and none has entered here
and been in this fine bed
not yet
