I Feel, Therefore I Write

If I wrote poems on your body They would trace delicate curves Glide along the nape of your neck In no hurry to arrive. My loveliest words Would rest upon your chest, On your eyes, No doubt And my most sophisticated verses I don’t know Would wander in circles at your ears Until they lost their senses And proved themselves trivial. I will never write poems on your body At the risk of losing myself Of falling headlong Like rain on a sunny day But if I wrote poems on your body I would begin with your bare back Perhaps with rhymes hungry or hushed Frozen by your gaze But no I can’t write poems on your body For I am just another version Of René Descartes Captive to your geometry But if I could write poems on your body I would write so slowly Then not Until you yielded To every line Until the rhyme Fell silent In your Mouth