First Poem For You I must write a poem about you, but the words are stuffed up between my legs. They are dirty yet beautiful words that others might not understand, but in time they will sprout like flowers in the sun opening to the light, the light I can see now because of you. Simply, your name is sunshine. We only have words, yet they are enough for us. A few letters of the alphabet have me writhing in ecstasy alone in bed, But not alone, really. You are there in my head, your lovingness touching me everywhere. I want to thank you. I want to kiss you. I want so much more than I will ever have of you. But now, I just need to write a poem for you.