I was a writer,
a poet of pretentious extension,
A falling star, blazing once,
wishing forever to shine.
To elicit sweet, a gasp of pleasure,
treasure taken, raided from your mind.
Crisp, crush, thorough, through your heart,
to see, I’ve written it all for you,
For you to see
and who I am.
(brushed up 8/1/16)