Do we
Live in verses then?
Do we
Talk in rhymes?
Emote in syllables?

Do our kisses
Pan out across the sky,
Our lips brushing through the clouds…

Our surreal love
Seeking passion through imagery.
Vision through imagination …

Even as we
Sieve time through iambic pentameter
Pausing on syllables,
Looking up line counts…

And Do we then,
Seek solace
Seek freedom
Seek togetherness
Building our home in Poetry…