A Poet's Lover

I am in love with a poet.
His mind so intricate, indefinable.
Unique is an understatement.
I am a prisoner of his words.

Enslaved by every syllable,
I wish to petrify these inscriptions,
More valuable than diamonds, rubies.
There is no escape for my heart.

He lyrically caresses my soul,
Thus creating entirety in me.
For his eyes only, I will...
Remove this facade.

Observe me, my beloved artist,
For I am naked, standing before you.
With you, I cannot hide my fears,
You know me poet. You feel me.

Painting expressions and pains,
You have invaded me.
Deciphered my mind completely,
I now belong to you.

You overpower my senses,
Enchant my very essence,
Chanting your verbal voodoo,
Who am I to resist?

His mind illustrates worlds unknown,
Sensations not even dreamt of,
Passions, inconceivable by lay men!
He is my poet, I am his victim.

I have peeked into a poet's mind,
The inexplicable fusion of dark and pure,
But I am only the poet's lover,
Shadowing his divine brilliance, loving it.

© Natalie M. Sarantos 12.04.08...03.44