I tried to find the right poem,
seeking some poet who spoke to my heart….
I could find not one,
not one today to ruffle my feathers,
who transpired my thoughts,
as I drifted into sea salt rifts,
drizzling eyes that dazzled.
Many, many words,
long formed in the heavenlies,
essence of poets dead, and alive,
daliesque fountains that spew my thoughts,
none of them could capture me — today.
rushing in masterful letters,
unzipping my soul before your eyes,
where is my perfect rhyme,
the one that reveals my exact?
Nowhere to be found,
twistings and spirals,
my inner prose searches for depth,
longing for a poet to undress me with their words,
I stand bare and shaking,
confessing my own letters.