FOR ME

I don't want to make a poem,

I want a poem to make me...

I don't want to find a home

I want my home to set me free

I don't want to find a lover

I want a love that has to be

I don't want to write a poem

I want to breathe in poetry

I don't want to make love

I want to pull her hair

And make her scream

I want love I can't deny

I want love that I could eat

I want something that's preposterous

And yet the only thing I see

Taken in by

Two blinding eyes

That've only eyes

For me...