Yes, Virginia, It Matters

I stand.
Empty my pockets of poems..
My mouth a vowel for love
A whore for the word
And yes, little one
semantics count
it matters if you claim
this or that
it matters if you speak
truth
or
lies
or the thousand and one
sounds in between...

Be careful of what you say
be even more careful
of what you don't

when i feel
the shape of
a poem
rolling in ecstasy at
my feet

i bend slowly
so as not to
frighten
that which is
god given

away.