Dont Fall In Love With A Poet

Don’t fall in love with a poet.

By Jude Kyrie

I look into your trusting beautiful eyes.
You are so lovely so gentle and loving.
I wonder if you know yet
you will leave me.

For you are playing
with a tinder box.
And I am a gallon of gasoline.
The fire is inevitable.

You will find out there
A man who is gentle
with a loving heart
He will see only
the beauty in you.

You will have become
tired of my poetry
The emotional roller coaster
I choose to live on.
Weary of the poets afflictions
for red wine and infidelity.

You will fall into his bed
and he will welcome you.
Into his much stronger arms
than mine can ever be.

I shall return
to writing love poems
Poems that are
real to my heart
But to a woman
that cannot ever exist.

I shall frequent
the slam bars of the city.
And sleep with
the women who think its
Romantic to bed a poet.
Yet never ask
my last name.

So strike your tinder box.
Create a spark.
Save yourself
as I ignite into
flames before you.