Words Someone Has Probably Already Said

The Poet and The Singer

I'll read you poetry
if you sing to me,
though my voice will shake
uncontrollably
I will still listen -
red-faced and graced -
to your heartbreaking song
of lovers far gone
and hope deep down,
with a flicker hardly even there,
that I could someday be
a lover by which you swear,
but you could never sing about me,
of that I am well aware,
like the way I write poetry about you
and who you are to me:
the type that gives hope
at the same time as taking it,
like a hard done by rope
that still keeps its grip,
you're surely killing me
or at least it seems that way
when I am dangling,
or drowning in your blue gaze
that pulls me under for days
before I wash up on the shore
and watch you reel away
feeling oh so small
and I don't mind at all...
so I suppose what I mean
is that I am a poet
and you are a singer
and I will feel everything
you don't even mean for me to feel.
You can't read my poetry,
especially this poem,
unless you let me hear your voice
in every way it can be heard,
for instance in the night time,
when we should be headed our ways
but instead we remain in rhyme
as your words and mine
become beautifully intertwined.