You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me. I weave their words and actions into stanzas and verses, creating a masterpiece of their essence and soul. Before they even speak, I can feel the rhythm of their being, the cadence of their existence. Every glance, every gesture, every breath becomes a line in the symphony of their presence.

I find beauty in the way they move, the way they speak, the way they exist in this world. And so, I paint them with my words, capturing the essence of their being in the delicate strokes of my pen. I immortalize them in the pages of my mind, preserving their essence for eternity.

And when they finally do touch me, it’s as if I’ve known them for a lifetime. Their touch becomes a sonnet, their embrace a ballad. I can feel the poetry of their soul resonating within me, intertwining with my own verses.

So, you see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me. For in the art of words, I find a connection that transcends the physical, a bond that weaves us together in the eternal dance of poetry.

© Beatriz Esmer