You are a better poet than me
you know.
Living life sated with sadness and beauty,
you have feasted on the fleshes of fruit
and spit out splintering rinds.
Your palate moist with lingering tastes,
you have sipped the sweetness of love
and burned your lips on its biting heat.
You too have touched the tenderness of sorrow
and splashed in puddles of tears
and soaked up an afternoon sun,
and wandered, wondering your place in this world.
You, my poet friend,
alive and awake,
share sensualities,
brainstorm brilliant ideas,
paint artful images
with words.
You are a better poet than me.
I wait for you to write.
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