FOOL'S ERRAND

What poetry can I expect from you

But your eyes

With a soul that soars through the darkened skies

Why do poets need love in verse?

Why must we be subjected to such a curse

Tangled in endless verbs and nouns

Chains of thoughts through rhythm and sound

And you

A mortal, no muse

Words, Why words

When I demand more than your eyes

With a soul that soars through the darkened skies

Every heart beat I expel with pen

Every feeling with a metaphor spent

Again and again

And You can do nothing but love me

And as a fool

I continue to write poetry