We talked, you and I

We talked, you and I

All through the night

We knew nothing when we started

But when we finished

We did know something of each other

The words came easily

You asked if that was how it was

With poetry

Which was a harder question to answer

Than it seemed

As some words flew out

From the traps

Like thoroughbreds

Chomping to get started

Skittering nervously

Pumped up with energy

Bristling with tension

Waiting to fly over the jumps

A ripple of blood and muscle

More powerful than a statement

Of intent

But held in a moment

Of beauty

A sentence needed to feel

As free as that

Even when it brought a nose bleed

Nobody could know

What price had been paid

In the making

You laughed at that

Not out of derision

‘I feel the same about painting’

Is what you said

It was a perfect fit

Words and image

In some combination

Blend or permutation

All of them needed

To make a piece of art

We slept on that

Eventually,

It was the least that we could do.