recollection.

A Tribute to Poets

I adore poets.
They turn a blank page into a fantasy and a world of lust into ecstacy.
Their thoughts metamorphose into slight obsessions.
They center their entire world around you and and they hold you as if you were life itself.

Poets appreciate every speck of doubt you have.
For they understand your worries of expressing things wrong.
They hold you close when they cant hold their rhymes closer.
Then they brighten up and remind you why you're lovers.

Poets love all at once, yet never at all.
They hold a brave stance, but they still might fall.
They'll cry in your shirts and have you swooning at their feet,
But never a more romantic person you'll meet.
They'll fantasize about holding you tight and never letting go,
But be too afraid to let their feelings show.

They'll trace your skin and whisper all the things you want to hear,
They'll remember the freckles on.your face.
The way you tilted your face as you fought for dominance.
They'll remember your smooth skin brushing against their bare body,
And the way you looked oh so godly.

They'll feel you yet be unable to understand,
They'll unknowingly trace your name in the sand.
They'll love you deeper than the sea,
Merely because you bring them glee.
Poets are lovely people if you ask me.

Poets names are pretty,
Maybe not to you,but to me.
A poet's name is a beautiful piece of themselves,
A piece they share with the world.
Adorning their hands' productivity,
Their name is simply just the mark of thought.

Writing from their hearts to their hands,
You see the beauty,with a simple glance.
The way the lines flow onto tributaries,
And your brain turns them over like waves.
The beauty is in the depth of the ocean,
Or rather,a poet's heart.