Poetry

Poetry,

I thought I knew something about you

I thought I knew

To touch you with words

To pick up your little petals inside my head

And hold them together in a long-stemmed rose 

I thought when I touched you with words

All the rivers roared in your body 

And you trembled
Like the body of a virgin trembles
When touched for the first time

I thought I knew you by heart

The rhythm in your respiration

The softness in your soul

But Poetry,

I feel fooled by your mystique

I have strayed
And lost my way in the forest

Of words

I know nothing about you

I know nothing about nothing
And there's so much to learn from nothing

To know a little about you

Poetry, I could never touch you 

For, words were in the way.