SOULFOOD

Tonight...treat me to poetry,
Some borrowed words and unsung melody.
Few words would suffice, it doesn't have to rhyme.
Let me hear your voice crack, your eyes light up as you say them.
Poetry.
About some lost bird, lone kite in the sky, an afternoon, hot and sultry, 
Some storm at sea, a stranded sailor, or migratory birds.
About us, what we couldn't be, and the endless possibilities.
About dreams, messages in bottles, sea weeds, fantasies.
Some sweet words, carelessly strung, weaved in beautifully,
Spun together, thrown around, makes sense and no sense at all, 
Say them out loud, intensely, as if in a trance, dreamily,
Make me fall, 
In love with words, maybe, probably.
Keep your hands in mine, your tired head put to rest.
Staring at neon street lights through the half open window.
I'd be staying in, not particularly bound by time. 
Slow indie music, pizza, coke or soda would do fine, 
You don't necessarily need words that rhyme. 
Something soothing, something subtly sweet, 
That awakens the souls, quenches the thirst and leaves me craving more, 
Words I can muse over, toss them, smile upon, adore.
Poetry, then silence, deep conversation and poetry again.
Summer breeze tickling at our hair, some poem, simple and plain. 
Some poetry to leave us smiling, contented,
Nostalgic, thinking of good times, happy, worn out.
Melancholy, thought provoking, rustic. 
Look me in the eye and I'd chime along, 
Some poem that stirs buried memories, lulls distant thoughts. 
Forgotten thoughts, confessions, no fights tonight.
Woo me with words, some love, and that smile of yours, 
Treat me to poetry, poetry alone.