I Could Write Poems About You

I could write poems about you, whole collections of them so easily

it's killing me not to, but I won't

not yet, not now, not while I am still reigning in these emotions

while I still need them to be palatable,

to be casual and not too attached but still interested.

Now is too soon for poetry, too soon for the thoughts in my head, too soon for much of anything,

so I will not write poems about you,

not yet.

I will not write poems about you

regardless of how easy it would be,

effortless;

I will refrain

- except for just this one