To Be One Poem by Richard Wlodarski

If I were a poet
Soul-less
And you were an artist
Virgin
Would you impregnate me
With creativity
Would your innocence
Soften my callousness
And take my breath away
Would the ice-cold blood
Running through my veins
Melt with your embrace
Would your sanity
Stop my insanity
Would my words of emptiness
Be given new life and meaning
Would you give them essence
Above
Essence
Would your eyes
The window to your soul
Awaken me from hibernation
Would your love be strong enough
To preclude my loneliness