Poem: Visitor

A poem comes by for a visit
jumps, twists, turns
in the room of imagination
My pen begs to carve it
 beat in the meters
as placed prison bars
spaced inches apart
capturing an essence 
Truth:
You are not mine
Pockets turned out with no
proof of visit, no valet ticket
to retrieve after-party transport,
A bookmark fallen from the pages
of a story unwritten
I love you
Never knew you
I kiss it gently, wish it well
It’s form not scratched on my paper
send it on it’s way
to find another 
to seduce
~SPLaws
Polyhymnia, the Greek Muse of Sacred Poetry

***