On Poetry

Write me.

Paste the physical to language and sketch my body in consonants.

Read between my eyes to see what is constant within the contacts.

I need you to find context in my content and write me in a way

that will make the fears in me content.

Look not into my heart to find the poetry in my feeling.

What I seek from you is not the affirmation of life

that the muscles beat into my being.

What I seek from you is not the temporary.

Make me eternal.

Seal my laughter in your paragraphs and paint my different smiles

into your essay of life.

Make me eternal.

What I seek from you is not the temporary.

You need to find a way to live my life even if for a moment

so that you can find just the right punctuations to reflect the pauses in my speech.

Your image of me need not be pretty but you need to write me in words

that make the alphabets rise above the pictures they create

because the words...they are just that beautiful.

Make sure to script the words in long lines of cursive because those sentences...they will make me eternal.

Write me in fact and reject fiction.

Construct into your diction my description and in every syllable I must be able to find

a clear distinction between who I really am and who you want me to be.

Remember, you need to write ME.

Write me in your own vocabulary to make me contemporary.

Make me a verb.

Make me an adjective.

Make me a noun.

Make me speech.

Bring me to life.

Make me a figure.

Script me to life.

Make me a figure of speech.

Write me.

Then recite me.

Bring me to life.