You are so much in me
That you can never part
Without tearing me apart
I am so much in you
That you can never walk
Without my heart
Stop and listen to the pounding
Of me within you
Hear my poems come true
In the passion, if in no other way,
That flows – with ever beat –
With every move of my heart
A new word is written
With every stroke of my pen
Feel the man, stroking
With every pass of my hand

© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.