He was my favourite poem –
not the smooth words printed onto a crisp, clean sheet of paper
but the messy splotches of ink, words and emotion
that painted the flawed surface of the page with an image of
iridescent colour under the black and white contrast of ink and paper.
While initially slow, I soon fell in love with the hidden meanings of the words,
the beauty they held and how at times
it reflected thoughts from my own mind and
its emotion resonated within my soul.