Poetry is everywhere, you always told me
Unless you sniff me I never saw it
You loved your body so much that it got me amused
I sometimes imagine maybe one day you would love me
as much as I fuse with the hem of my garment
I want to grow a beard I would say touching your chin
That would make a nice book theme you chipped, but I don’t care, watching you drink water
From head to toe, you curl you wrote me a poem once, I read it twice to figure out the meaning
I’m waiting for a night to kiss you, I pray I don’t hate you
You love milk and apple cider, my colour is black
Just when I was getting used to you, you left me blank again