When She Writes

tippy and me

About the things we cannot see

it’s in these things
that i feel, we feel
like when the moon is eclipsed.

and when I write
synchronized.

And no one knows it
but him, he knows it
when its’s about the poetry in me
but how the woman is poetic.

how she speaks like a lamb
moving in rhythms
she looks into the verses,
standing in the distant,
reacting in spaces,
breathing in the breaks.

Oh but when…
when she loves
oh, how she loves,
just him.

5 thoughts on “When She Writes

  1. “And no one knows it
    but him, he knows it
    when its’s about the poetry in me
    but how the woman is poetic.”
    Poetry is shared rarely. The few love the words. A amazing poem dear Poet.

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