POETRY WITHOUT A PAGE

Excuse me, but
you are poetry without a page.

Walking around
waiting for a man
to write you down.

With curls and curves that
were obviously made
by an artist.

So it may be that you are not
searching for a stranger.
It may be that you are searching
for your other artist-drawn half.

Two circles that when
twined together
come together
to make an infinity symbol.

Or two triangles
that when put together
make a tent.

For all of your feelings
and all of your dreams
and all of your kisses
to reside all
under the same roof.

You say that you are just walking around
and that you are not a poem.
I beg to differ.
I have seen you walking around,
and I know that from this angle,
you are poetry.