Oh my poetic visionary and lover most extraordinaire
could I be your loved one, would I even compare
to those you’ve loved and lusted in your life’s long-ago
or would you rather me not even begin to know?

Tho I cannot give you my all and everything,
just my entire being for all of its earthly worth,
for when I read your words of giving and love
I feel as if I’ve been newly and lustily birthed.

You open all my senses, I feel as if you’re the sun
by entering my private areas, those I’ve kept for The One.
Is it you? Are my dreams encompassed in your speech
of poetry and prose and rhymes that for me beseech?

Not looking for this feeling, your words have left me reeling,
I hesitate to speak for my knees they have gone weak.
Is it you? Are you the one tho not sought have brought
to me your earthly love that I did not seek?

Or are you just a dream that I’ve webbed so fine
and your words are spirits whispering through the pines
as I lay here ‘neath nature’s window, alone but not despaired
for at least your words have whispered that which I would share.

13 August, 1999
©KRJ