from wherever you have gone
shall I serenade ballads
or sing sopranos
maybe you like opera
none of those are my talents
poetry is what is latent
I can't write similes
but seasonings of metaphors
can garnish it well
a few words from you
I can weave into my tapestry
thinking of it as embroidery-
(if you wish I can put numbers)
so help me retrieve you