To My Poet
I am a cursive body
running laps on your notepad
telling you the story
of how we first met.
I am the best type of tickle --
a spark that lights your spirit,
warmth -- like the sound of good morning.
I will be bittersweet -- the first bite
of a fresh peach, the color green,
stars dripping -- Apogee.
I’ve heard my words can make you weak.
I speak because your thoughts shriek --
bullet holes decorate the page, your brain
wants more, and we both know
this gets messy, but we both feel it --
something raw is ripening inside your mind.
Together -- we are open
to interpretation, acclamation,
coughed up confessions
that have us convinced
certain emotions don’t exist --
language may sway, wobble,
and even pulsate, but language
alone will never explain the way
you create me. I feel
Wild and alive and fuck
I feel good. Write me --
passion like this
has never felt so rewarding.
#EricaBarreto #20152016 #Poetry