YOU-UNRESTRICTEDLY

There's no poetry in me today 
You stole me away from myself 
My heart willingly led astray 

Who are you... but a faceless feeling? 

Yet sometimes 
I wake up from sleep, bathed in you 
Your whispers gently nudging me
And I transition seamlessly 
From one delicious dream to another... 
Yes, my pen doesn't write tonight 
My words are weak 
From the quivers that come in waves 
But they're not missed 
For you are the poem 
That the sky wrote in stars 
Upon my slightly parted lips!


MS