It takes two to write poetry.

It takes one, to inspire,

To plant the seeds of hope,

And fan the fires of love.

And it takes another,

To burn within with metaphor 

And carbonic acid,

So that even breathing changes the atmosphere.

Stalactites and stalagmites begin to appear in the limestone,

Reaching toward one another

With such grace,

Like fingers,

That you wonder what great face

Must be hovering 

Somewhere close,

For a kiss.

Some things one can do

As a solo act,

But it is a fact,

The best things take two,

Like Poetry, and Kissing,

And me loving you.

-jenn