My favourite poet
By Inga Piotrowska

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You say poetry is impenetrable,

reserved only for the few

but you write poems so beautifully

with your smiles

poetry moves and inspires

when you kiss me for goodnight

a wrinkled bud blooms inside me

beautifully delicate growth

your breaths like couplets

rhymes evolving behind your eyelids

euphonious sighs

metaphorical touch

you say poetry is impenetrable

yet when I smell your skin

the last stanza is always clear

love