When Poetry Arrives

Ahh,  my brain can't take,
cant take much more of this,
it's impeding me from thinking,
as they go from a kiss to  kiss
the light in her eyes,
and the tears in between,
please, please packed in, or I'll scream
the house in the blue lane,
where the evening wind blows
the slanted new moon, the flower seller,
where I met you...the rain softly falls,
by the window, as you wait in vain, 
I sense your scent, I touch you,
like drops of dew, in vain.
the silent mist below the star night sky,
and the shiver like a secret thief in the night,
the journey back infinitely long,
like a king without his sword
as I trace your tears from your eyes,
a body scared and kissed replete with love
that's when poetry arrives.