Reason Why I Sing

She said poetry doesn't belong in black and white format tongue tied along grammatical lines of the English language when I perform acts that make her want to speak Spanish It should be exhaled on skin when temps drop below ten. Closed eyes and open imaginings discussed in midnight forums with me playing Hall of Fame defense against her offense that's clicking on all cylinders Exhausted from all the overtimes She has a look of divine as sunshine creeps through the edges of loosened sheets I tend to agree such things shouldn't be written but lived out in dramatic fashion Splendidly ad-libbed from what our minds have been humming