You and me

My love for poetry is like a river cascading over heights

It may lag and meander but will always flow

I write like a river which ebbs and flows on its banks

I write on my hands,on bits of paper and everywhere I go

i write like a river which lags and stops, waiting for the rains

The poem offers itself to me in half broken steps

waiting for my words to fall in place

in small uncertain steps

i’ll write as long as my heart creates words

i’ll write for the unwritten poems which stop at my lips

waiting impatiently for yours to read them

i’ll always write for you and me