Who Am I?

I am the last drop of wine in your glass

The sip that quenches your thirst and leaves you parched

I am the sigh between your lips

The name on your tongue

I am the daydream that embellishes your mind

The wicked thoughts that keep you up at night

I am the spider scuttling across your floor

The sand on your eyes

The four am regrets that make you shift in sleep

I am poetry

Plucking all the right cords

Composing a melody

Until you are crying

Until you are laughing

And we have birthed a symphony

A beauty so obscene

This is poetry