Poetry As Recompense

Niche of the senses,
The thoughts on their ledge
Of what bodies touch,

You get a window
And you get lenses,
And there’s more than you

Can ever touch you
Know. Here’s your portal
Opening more world.

There was a moment
And scene before you
Existed as you,

An alien day
Belonging to you,
Now, green and blue hours

With that soft rumble
You hear through your thoughts.
Since these words are you

Now, as you glide them,
Rappelling this silk,
And since you are words.