Ladies Love Poems

He sits with his thoughts

Gazing at the clouds

or 

Studying the moon

Contemplating his next piece

with dilligence 

Executing with love

Allowing himself to be vulnerable

This willingness draws me in

as I think of laying at his feet

Listening to his words

Lingering and

Resounding in my heart

As I pretend that every poem that says 

Her

is about me

No one probably ever told him

or maybe he does not care

That his words 

Could cause a lady like me to

Rub his back

Massage his feet

Bring him breakfast in bed

To continue to  hear the pearls that he chooses to speak

I know women would 

Clean the house

Scratch his scalp

Run bubbles baths

Become his Muse

That encourages him to 

Examine the conditions of his life

as he weeps on paper

Bringing tears to their eyes

As they fantasize

Of kissing the pain away