MY MAN, MY POETRY
Being with a man is also a poem if there is passion. I will write on him and he will write on me. with my fingers but there is no ink, not on the paper but on his skin . Words are not visible even though I wrote them. Words could be change into long red marks. A little bit of my own poetry, Once I hug him, the poem will come automatically. The moment I kiss him, the verses suddenly appeared. The moment I touch him, the rhymes emerge perfectly. In his melody of love opiate embrace In his eyes reflects his souls from within. A words of love uncovered the part of me. A touch that said so much. A simple way of my own poetry. A world of romance, only me and my poetry. © Mari Felices