Who Is Stealing My Poems

When writing a poem for you Even about you, or you and me I stare at the birds and peck a sound I walk in the woods to smell the evening scent I read Shakespeare and Songs of Solomon I go to the waterfall behind the hill And watch the beaming hips Of the rainbow formation Twerking on the rocks I close my eyes and search for dreams I touch my heart by the left for beats I smile at flower vendors and look away I harvest all the fertile words And keep in my loving basket I Piece them to match the style That each word begets I rehearse them and talk to my lip And I start feeling you feeling Each word touching everywhere Till you collapse in my arms Then I rescue you What is wrong, now? Whenever you come And I look into your eye I check my secret basket and find it empty I collapse instead of you and fade Someone keeps stealing my poem Who is stealing my poems?