You asked me to write you poetry

Can't you see? I recite

verse every hour with my eyes

and hands, iambs of joy

that comes so easily in your presence

(and although you are away)

no duplication with ink

can mean more than our communion.

Take each kiss, instead,

as penned line of love.

A poem? I would rather give

my vision, that you might know

the way I see you;

I have no skill with rhyme, but one

moment will sing you odes and sonnets

more meaningful than words.