When I Met Lady Poetry

Tis the night I met lady poetry,
the sky was hazy.
She spoke eloquently,
a woman of dialect.
Her words curved and swayed in the language of her footsteps,
It’s clear she had my attention,
for her elegance outweighs that of any nation.
she’s of no color, class or creed,
but she’s perfect for all my needs.
She stimulate my sensations,
Mentally, physically and spiritually.
so I have no worries,
she causes no frustration.
she creates fires from sparks,
and relieves burning desires in many hearts.
Tis the night I met lady poetry,
the sky was hazy.
She came at a time when I was at my loneliest,
when my fears surrounded me and I couldn’t make sense of my many thoughts.
She listens while I talk,
held me firmly while I write the words from my heart.

© Xavier Frazer