Pete's Poetry

You are my inner fire
my silver sharp
love's harp
burning desire.

You are my runner girl
of fated sneaker.
My heart weak, knees weaker
my frozen air
breath curls
in a dance it whirls,
and I chase you like a dream
in poet steam.

You are my every line
my conscious grammar
my pen
my hammer.

For my inner fire, my driving force, my love of course!

• love
• inner fire
• grammar