You’re a painting You’re a body of photographs framed in a movie reel –

You’re music You’re a guitar that sings on love-stained strings –

You’re something to behold a rose never to touch a smile just for show –

Does the hunger ever end? even in romance and pretense even in more-than-just–friends –

You’re poetry You’re heaved sonnets to a delicate love song– An Oliver and a Dickinson

in a world that wants Cummings and Nerudas –

You are freedom You are madness kissed You are fires to a spark –

You are distance You are desire You are the reason I walk –

There I go yearning screaming –

running