Erin's Idea Of Me Poem by Delilah Miller

If you read this, and find it's not my usual style, you're correct. This is a poem my best friend wrote about me and I liked the odd quirks and pretty imagery she used. Of course, I'm biased. Anyway, I played with her lines and broke them up to give them a different feel. Let me know what you think and I'll let her know!


How can I tell you and make you
believe that the curve of your
hip and the plateau of your
backside is no less than
those Botticelli transcribed?

How can I tell you and make
you believe that that
slightly arched eyebrow
and ever pondering eye
trying to find meaning
in a hopeless epic is no
less than beautiful?

How can I tell you and make
you believe the fact that
your laugh, at once
light-hearted and ever
well-intentioned is the
soundtrack of your
audible heart?