Much And Many Poem by J. James Martinez

You
Are the flesh which
The images this spilled ink draws
You are that
In which these poems speak of
You are the legs
Of
The girl I dance with in pages
You
Are the lungs that breathe
The air I scribble
You are the third dimension
To the flat
Shallow woman I sketch
You are the voice
Of the lady
Of the lips I've sewn shut
You are the reason
That piles of pages
Pages lined with metaphors
Fiction and
Shards of my heart
Play patty-cake with the stucco roof
You are the wife
That my
Mind and hand covets
You
Are
The slip
Like the ones of my tongue

You are much
And many
But that
In which you are not
Is
The most painful
Of all