Show the World

You are a blank book, and I am a poet, filling you with something

beautiful. Coax you with Rumi, Neruda, Lane. Te amo sin saber

como, o cuando, o de donde. I love you without knowing how, or

when, or from where. Cover you in poetry until it drips from your

earlobes, soaks your lips. Casanova. Patois. Worldly. I'll make you

believe in love. Taste it on your tongue, feel its smooth edges rub

against your chest. Make love to me. Forget prose. Sonnets, elegies,

odes will roll off our bodies, lose themselves in cotton sheets.

Inaudible as dreams. Together we will show the world where poetry

is made.