A Poem

It was after reading a pack of poems

that I crawled downstairs

slinked out of my skin

and slid next to you in bed

and I experienced a poem.

raw imagery felt hard and pure and

I can't believe it, but I cried

and it looked like you might cry any

second, just the way a poem does

and you were something that pricked

and licked the core of my being

you were seeing into my soul

which lay open at the bottom of

a well of blankets and curly hair.