I cannot hope

I cannot hope to write like you

With language you mine so deep for

 Soul touching

Heart rending metaphor

But these poetry kisses

Are deeply felt

Touching my inner being

Like sweet transcendance

Of that which in hurting

Bid us dive deep

So then we could then rise above

But I do know this

Hope tinges the perimeters of your prose

And brings to mind

The thought of free birds

Flying on air

With wings that know

How it feels to be carried

By unpredictable updrafts

And trust still

 I am just glad to be able to feast on your poetry

Feeling its healing balm caress me in all the places

Plain thoughts of others

Can not touch