Somewhere between soul and thought
there's a love poem in me
taking notes
on vulnerability
and pondering
it's dire recklessness
I'd like to bare all (even pens flaws)
only there's a ghost in my chest
haunting me with his moans
he's no worthy gentleman
but I divested for a poem
and now my heart burns like a translucent star
revealing little shards of lambency,
only her flare is too lofty
for any man to see
absolute illumination
