why write

both hands

i look for warmth
within her palms
the greatest snow-white
as i broke the balance
but traced little hearts on her arms
where she was steady
to put her hands on me
lay her hold on me
with her narrow feet
tip toe, the most delicate part of the grass
she is all i need
i am not saying i'll never get desperate
i am only saying i want her with me
for her company
there, she is the most beautiful
and most significantly
makes me write my poetry
as if i am a warrior
of words
the battle is something short
the weapons are simple
for her to observe, may not be worthwhile
but i just wanted you to know, i want you
and what it is to inspire one smile.