Navel

I can but be the person that I am
And being so, I must express my soul
Whether in trochee, dactyl, or iamb
In poetry, in order to feel whole.
And as I do, such wonders congregate
In patient thought about my situation
That I am awed by my own present state
And as such joyed beyond all enervation.
But most of all, beyond my ego, I
Find myself buoyed by my thoughts of you
And float, or in my better moments, fly
Above concern or worry. When I do
My poems turn to you as well, and show
The way you make my inner lover glow.