I wrote a poem, a good one finally, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it (and I did)...

It is called...

Inhale

I have not been in love
Though I have walked its restless beaches
Tip-toeing around its tides and
Hiding from it my face and mind


I have not been in love
But I have seen it in the distance
A little further ahead on the horizon 
In a haze of bright lights and music


I have not been in love
Though I have helped to make it
On those blind nights when we mix it with lust
And push it further from our eyes


I have not been in love
But I have written for it
                         fought for it
                                      cried for it
And sung for it in street-light microphones
And subway cars


I have not been in love
With it being in me 
Flowing like hot magma and drawing me towards her
                                  attracting love
With magnets in its eyes


I have not been in love
But I have dreamt of it
On dewey mornings when the air is thick and
                                           flavourful
Tears fall then
               and I
                    exhale.

...Well there it is.