This Is Everything I Didn't Say

Dear human

They say you are fire

from the candles

of the souls you lit
     
     
       
but arsonists wear armors

and I want to look within.
     
     
     
Your words, I know,

are bare,

naked on lavender sheets.
      
      
I could just lay here and see

your eyes speak poetry
       
       
and from the

few pages I've seen,

this, I know,
     
        
"The home is only

as beautiful as its

windows."
    
    
   
Dear human,

please let me in.
    
    
     
     
       
Author's note:

There's a first version of this poem and I wrote it for one of my favorite poets, Christopher Poindexter. (Hence, the references.)

Now I just wanna share and dedicate this to all the beautiful human beings who've been keeping a brightly lit candle inside them, even if the wind seems to be too strong. :)