Call Me Poetry

By Paris Providence

I wish to be your poetry

The very air you rhyme

The side matched to your symmetry

Your host of space and time.

For love, you are the end of me

The place where I begin

I pray, you are the priest of me

Forgive me, I have sinned.

I wish to be your sanity

What you can't live without

I wish to be your poetry

So speak me, with your mouth.

By Paris Providence