I Want People to Share Their Poetry

Solidarity in a world of diaspora

Alone, away, unconcerned with trifles

For what need bother us that we can't burn in passion

What can I gripe about that isn't negated by your wonder and my luck

So in sync the words in your eyes need not be spoken

The time we spend writing together the best of our lives

So wonderful that all the beauty of life, earth, and space is perceivable through one human being

Yet not a perfect one

So imperfect in ways that you might just be the closest thing to perfect I'll ever hold