READ ME:

Let me be the words within your mind,

Of love, adventure, your thoughts so kind,

Of sentence, consonant & much used vowel,

Let me be felt from the depths of your bowel,

But please just read me.

Let me be sweet lyrics, in your dedicated song,

A line, a paragraph & if you will, a diatribe long,

In Latin, Greek, or the lingoes of long-ago dead,

Let me be dialect & accent from inside your head,

But please just read me.

Let me be the letter of love, the missive, the note,

Carried within beak of dove, through air or by boat,

Signed & sealed with a kiss & perfumed sweet hand,

Sealing waxed & stamped, with the coded gold band,

But please just read me.

Let me be hieroglyphics, encoded, in scribble or sign,

Scribed upon scroll, papyrus or page, they´re all mine,

Let me be great poetry upon dead poet´s glib tongue,

I´m sop for the soul, just as air, to life´s breathing lung,        

But please just read me.