My Word Man

They say it kills poetry to read another's prose,
but your sonnets are my only links to your joys, your woes
Words are not my form of expression but I understand yours
like a fish takes to the sea, and you love me so intensely,
I gasp when I think what you think when you think of me..

You are my word man, you have captured my heart
and even though we don't speak the same language
you have made love become my art

You are my word man you have seen my soul bare, completely true
and though its hard for you to see I’ve never lost standing with you

You are my word man..
you are teaching me things I didn't think I’d ever know......
my word man, my past, my now, .....my tomorrow?

© Susan Mburu 2009