“If I Were a Poet”
If I were a poet, I’d weave myself
Into your eyelashes and each time
You’d open your eyes you’d see only me.
If I were a poet, I’d tangle myself
Like seaweed in your thoughts
Until you thought of only me.
If I were a poet, I’d bottle
The taste of your lips and hide
It away so they only tasted of me.
But I’m not a poet;
I’m only myself.
And you will never love me.