Written on the back of old bus tickets
Is the poetry of our lovemaking.
Scribbled on the front of my school textbooks
Is the script of my emotions.
I have painted murals on palaces,
Drawn in chalk the epitome of my knowledge
On Sunset Boulevard and Tibetan Mountains.
I have hidden prose for you
On the underneath of snails,
In the bellies of Great white sharks.
Painstakingly unravelled the mummified Kings
And written you a three mile poem,
Minuscule messages on the thread
From a silkworms arse.
My love for you gets everywhere
Just like shit on your shoes.