All my love poems are you,
words thrown on the page,
like, paint on canvas.

Maddening expressions of scattered pigments,
falling with no reason, no boundaries,
Colours dripping from the edges,
spilling on the floor in their brilliance.
Untamed and wild.
Until I am not sure if
you exist in the words on the page
or the discarded letters that frame the portrait.

All my poems are you.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Inspired by my best friend, Sandra, who asked me who I wrote about when I wrote my love poems. That question stuck in my head and created this. I hope you like it. 🙂