No Other Poetry

I care more for you now than writing poetry, reading the history of the world doesn’t interest me. Watching the sun set over half-deserted city lanes or waves carrying out to sea; watching the moon rise does not excite me now. Only a thought of you rising in my mind takes my attention away. You have shaken the order of my world with all its ponderous weight upon me and scattered the stars that guide me and shine the only light. Through you I hear sweet comfort, the whispering flesh of lips, warm breath, a kiss; through you I hear the pause and listen to the silent content of words not spoken in the wind. Through you all life is better, by you needs no other poetry.