you are like poetry
always on the verge of great discoveries
but held back with subtle rhymes
you are okay with incomplete thoughts
not bothered with technicalities
sometimes, you are terrible and wicked
in your truths
your deep voice would crack under the
brutality of your exposings
vicious and without apology
i am like poetry too,
i dance with you, humming in your ear
like poetry, my words sometimes fall
on deaf ears
i cannot fit into strict rhythms, so i stay
forever restless
i do not count syllables with you
i sometimes rely on metaphors
and vagueness
and i can be wicked too
