What Is Poetry
you know, poetry isn't just about
flowery words that wilt
like how blue petals do
it isn't just about the metaphors
that bring so much deepness
like how poets are
it isn't just about the imageries
that unblur the scenes
like how vivid photographs out there
it isn't just about every symbolism
that beautifies lines in between
like how cosmetics used to
it isn't just about the rhymes
that are well-measured
like how the book's edges and pages are
you know, poetry is how you smile
not with your soft-pinkish,
sometimes chapped lips,
but with your sparkling eyes
bringing me to a magical paradise
poetry is how you talk
not with your sweet voice
or sudden loud reactions
but with your silence
screaming at me with heartbeats
like drums thumping inside
saying I love yous through those stares
poetry is how you hold me
not with your fingers
or hands that smell like vanilla,
or arms that carry flowers
no—
not with how you hold a cup of coffee
but instead, with how your love to me is
in good and bad times
in any mood or emotion
even in days without a sunset
or nights without the moon
and stars are all absent
poetry is how you are to me
in times of needing rest
searching for calm waves
comforted by your I-miss-yous
sweetly filling my ears,
my exhausted mind,
my longing heart
you know, poetry is how we make love
under one silent night
with a little bit of light
creating shadows of our bodies
poetry is how we look
into each other's existence
making invisible sparks
sending electricity between us
or connecting bridge amidst us
poetry is how we kiss
savoring the softness,
and the wet sweetness,
and the playing tongues,
and the naughty tooth
making us hungry more
craving for more
in every second and minute
until our breaths surrender
yes—
it really feels poetic
all
the
damn
time
you know, poetry is you
poetry is the love between us
poetry is all about us
poetry is—
you
and
me.
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