you plant your poetry seed in me
i am so unaware
when i happen to look
it is just there
it slides out
with slippery ease
easily
easily
like the soft of an egg
shell-less plop
whole and round and strong
shaped by my heart
rounded heart-point first
slight push down
push softly
slowly smoothly push
fat part last
still smoothly come
here it comes
your dam of words pushing against the walls
of my poet heart
perfect delivery
is it art
what you make grow in my heart?
YOU ARE READING
laid
Poetrychick: am i a people? chicken: no, you're a chicken chick: do chickens come from people? chicken: no. chickens come from eggs. chick: are eggs born? chicken: no. eggs are laid chick: are people laid? chicken: some are. others are chicken anyway, the...
