The Adam Poem

Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam. I do not feel any way about you with poetry -- other than it is my experience with you that You do not read much of it At least you do not talk about it. If you are reading poetry that I send you Or if you are reading poetry secretly – (From poets I do not know about) (If you are cheating on me with other poets~) Or if you are writing any poetry – Or if you dream poetry – If you find yourself asleep with words above your head As I do And these words are the hope of your day, of all your days, And if these words are the reason you are able to live If these words are your soberness ~ Why do you not tell me what they are? You’ve fallen in love with me. You told me. You’re sober for the first time in your adult life. What are the words to this? What are your words? You can whisper them to me, but there are too many. There must be. I want you to write them. I want to read them. But you must read poetry, too.