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