I’ll place you upon my page momentarily,
for the world to see us in our entirety.
I wont need beautiful words to recreate our fire,
or a vocabulary precariously laced in desire.
There is no perfect rhyme or beat or flow
that can recreate this unceasing glow.
Imagery will only describe the contours of our love,
metaphors will compare it only, mundanely, to other stuff.
Poets of the past whisper of its nature in the blank spaces
of the pages where their own thoughts were once traced.
I’ll place you on my page momentarily,
so we can see ourselves, entirely.
Karen Hayward ©2016