Poetry is how you speak
universally. Poetry
will never say who you are longing for.
Poetry will never rat on you.
Poems will only shine for you,
ring like a bell for you,
they will make your whole being sound all-one, as though cast in a copper mold.
Even though you are a tree, fibrous but broken at every point,
poems will make a bell of you.
They will draw attention toward
your carefully painted eyes.
Poems will lead people from the beautiful agitation of your painted eyes
to your lips.