Why does a poet
always fall in love ?
Finding expression
in words, not flesh
rolling sad eyes
to the sky above
eternal emotions
ancient, and fresh.
Why does a poet
always fall in love ?
With a fragrant lady
on the bus, or beach
and then to lose
the soaring dove
to stretch an arm
and overreach.
Why does a poet
always fall in love ?
Instead of working hard
like normal folk
some would like
to give a shove
into the real world
beyond a joke.
Why does a poet
always fall in love ?
When others are happy
to fight a war
refusing armour
or protective glove
begging his muse
for a little bit more.
Why does a poet
always fall in love ?
Not really knowing
the reasons why
dreaming soft breasts
dangling above
and fleshy buttocks,
supple thigh.
