The Poets Woman

The Poets Woman

A Poem
By
Jude Kyrie

Ethereal he was a mist when he wrote.
I know I was invisible to him.
Not just me but the whole world disappeared.
He sought his beauty inside his heart.

All of his henchmen surrounded him
Cloudy coffee and cigarettes that grew
into long ash lines as he sat with them.
Occasionally a flourish as his pen
spilled a line of exquisite beauty
that would glow like starlight in the night.
Art in words that were more vivid
than any painting ever made.

I noticed his tousled hair
It needed grooming but he was still
beautiful.
 A lock fell on his forehead like a schoolboy.
I had an overwhelming desire
to fold it back from his face
like a mother to her son.
More as a need to show him he
still belonged to me.
An outward expression  
of my undying love.

He would never change
I know this.
But neither will my love for him
for it is in love with his heart
and hearts love forever.