Unclaimed

I never claimed to be a poet.

The words come to me,

In twisted mysteries.

I do enjoy it.

All the leeps and bound,

And tumbling sounds.

Breathing deep.

Until I feel the  ground,

Swallow me whole.

My eternal soul,

I never claimed who I am.

This person.

These hands.

These thoughts.

Unchangeable demands.

Passion creeps in.

Every crevice.

Every word.

Every syllable.

Yet unheard.

I never claimed anything at all.

Until you.