If you never again picked up a pen and scrawled sweet odes to my beauty and strength across a page, it would be no matter to me. You would remain my breathing ballad. The way you stand taller when you see me enter the room... The words you write across my naked body with your love... The space you held inside your heart for a lifetime not letting anyone else touch... The fate we may not understand but no longer question... I need no poetry from you, though I will gladly consume it all. You have and will remain, the perfect poem to me.
About the Poet:
Jodie Baeyens is a professor at American Military University. She was deposited in Arizona from Manhattan, against her will, and now lives in a rural farming community writing poetry and drinking red wine. Her poetry has most recently been featured in Door is a Jar and in Peregrine’s Fall Journal.