I want to write poetry without words.
I want to stop seeing in black and white
I want to crack words open
for the kernels within.
I want to break them all
because you're not in words
maybe I can find you
among scattered letters.
Maybe, if I write you
on every fall leaf in October
or if I leave you bread and tears
during my breathless nights
and nocturnal affaires-de coeur
I will be left with just the thought of you