Some Write... Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

Some write because
They’re human.
I write because I love you.

I write because no historian
Could ever tell what it feels like
To fall asleep on your chest.
There isn’t a phonograph out there
That can capture what you whisper
In my ear when things go
Just far enough.

It’s your job to take photos of me
Running in and out of the shower,
But it’s my job to write
The world around you so it cradles you
Into a peaceful coma
And then,
Only then,
Wake you up with haiku's written
On your arm
And candidly nibble at the funny spot
On your neck and shoulder.

Some write for a name.
I write because no one else will
About what I see,
And believe me, this needs to be
Written about.