Write Me Another

I can't resist you
the way your words dance
across the treetops
through the sunshine
and under my smile --
it makes me gasp sometimes
to imagine these phrases
streaming out of your head.

I want to see it happen
as though by being close by
I could participate in
the moment of inspiration
or feel the creative juices
flow through me
on their way from you
to the page.

I'm not sure what it is
that I really crave:
the sight of words swirling
inside your head as
a poem begins to take form
or the feeling of
lifeblood flowing in you
so close there beside me.
Just write me another
to help me decide
and carry me into
your dance.