Unspoken Poetry

lose yourself ;

sew me beautiful tapestries of words,

so that i may spin with them behind me,

like a bride with a train so beautiful,

so extravagant,

the story of us being a monologue,

where your beautiful voice,

speaks beautiful words,

filled with your venom i call love,

so that i may wrap your beautifully colored tapestries

around my neck,

and mourn the loss of a man who spoke love,

and myself.