dear poet

      
do you see me?    
     
yes you poet i'm talking to you    
with intimate whispers    
I utter my thoughts    
     
publicly I make my private thoughts known    
I wonder do you feel my caresses    
when my soul rides the ether just to touch you    
do you taste my spirit when you read me?    
     
I feel your touch    
in the words you conjure    
you pick them from your tree of personal truths    
I wonder do you know      
it's your essence that sustains me?    
     
you exhale and breathe life into me
I hang onto your knowledge in my day to day    
you are my anchor in a chaotic world
you poet, yes you dear poet    
     
I feel your presence and I am instantly safe    
I can come here and just sit with you
my soul absorbs your quiet protection and is soothed    
     
I wonder do I do the same for you    
within my musings, fantasy and divining      
do I sate your lust with my erotics?    
     
I will tell you honestly about each one    
I don't write them      
unless I pour my true sex into them    
     
I see you in my mind's eye    
and yes you're sitting here with me now    
do you feel this connection    
this bond we share    
     
or is it an illusion    
a one sided lust affair