I want to fall in love with the poet

I want to fall in love with the poet 

and be immortalized in his haikus 

Be his muse for his lyrics 

and the inspiration of his diamante 

Be the starting point of his thoughts 

and the end of his lines

For I can only compose with him

in thought, 

and in my heart. 

I want to hold his hand as he

picks up the pen and writes 

down, "I" 

and consequently makes a mistake 

of writing down "U" 

And I shall whisper in his ear 

That he, in fact, is correct 

For he and I will be side by side 

for a long time, if not forever 

I want to fall in love with the poet 

For he knows exactly who I am

Talking about when he reads 

the work I hurriedly wrote 

on the tissue papers given to me 

when we dined at that casual, Italian restaurant 

on Tuesday Morning 

and the answer I gave him is 

"Yes" 

But most importantly, 

I want to love the poet 

For he understands 

the language of metaphor I so often use

when I want to deviate 

from the social norms of expression

He will know that I am saying 

I love him 

when I compare us 

to the waves and the shore.