I Love to Write

Body Part

The poetic meteric, the theme
to my heart. I place thumb
over breastplate and beat
the words into me. Give me life once more.

I come to you still,
That lost child, looking,
I escape through the music
of your alliterations.
I hide behind metaphors.

Let me escape from the world
I don't want to be in.
I close my eyes and follow
the beat, I close my eyes
and I am free.