I don't write poems,
i write how the weather is, or questions,
How it rains today or doesn't.
It's me and me, it's the emptiness around. The poem.
It's me pushing away the lover when it gets too hot and sweaty under the blankets made of feathers.
The poem is the silence and space around, that i need, that is mine,
that is around me. And it is the sweat, it is the hot.