I captured the tenderness
I feel for you in a heart-shaped
Bottle. It sits atop my counter,
Next to my notebook of poetry.
Each day, I take a sip from the
Heart-shaped bottle and exhale
As orgasms wash over me like tides
Of fire. I return the bottle to the counter,
Take up my notebook of poetry,
And write love poems, dedicated
To you, that you will never read.
Yet, I will make sure you know them,
Line-by-line verbatim, by heart.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen