Knowing you moves to excite,
I know you through your write.
I flowed in on your words,
flew around with your birds.
I walked right to your head,
inside I poetically read.

You put your pen down,
I was still hanging around.
As you closed your eyes,
remember my pinch of surprise.
You thought you were dreaming,
woke up and started screaming.

Sorry about the aggression,
but I got stuck on your expression.
As I retreated back to my space,
I could still see your puzzled face.
Next day you picked up your pen,
On your words I flowed through again.

Even in the dark of night,
I can still see your write,
feel your words of might.
I was feeling a little down,
your words kicked me abound,
got me moving around.
As I worked through my dispair,
you were right there.

G