I met the poem again last night
the most beautiful poem.
His words silken and soft.
The tears of my need
fell down my face.
He spoke of family
belonging
even children
of love and respect.
they were untruths
but oh so sweet.
so much what I wanted.
He took me to his place
where he recited more poems
I fell naked into his verse.
He held me
in comforting words.
And in return
I became another of his poems.
All through the night
in his gentle arms
my verses rhymed.
I wept at his poems.
then in the morning light
he changed
no longer a beautiful poem
he drank coffee
and ate toast
and left me outside
as he went to his work.