These Words

by HANKarcher

I would write you poems
but what good are these words?
You cannot eat or sell them
I know for
I have tried

You cannot burn them and be warm
they are already torched to coals
by my want of you

Dear lady
you cannot leave them either
for if they are only half as beautiful
as young thighs they will linger

These words
you may only pass them on
but it would end me
if you shared them with another

Let them
stay here then
go nowhere so
you may never know

photo Jo ©2012