I can only talk through poetry
I can only admire you as if
you were a masterpiece,
a work of art,
not just a person.
I will always seek
something beyond flesh
beneath your skin.
Aren't all artists a little bit mad?
Poets become too absorbed
in their own words
painters become one
with their colours
dancers may harm
their bodies.
Darling, does my love scare you?
am I making you feel sick?
I am so hungry
for something that is not here.
