I Write While We Sex

I ask her if I'm amazing
And she answers yes.
I ask her if I write good poems
And she answers yes.


She seems not to see my down side.
She seems like seeing me perfect.
I ask her to criticize me
And she answers, "how"?


She undress herself to explain everything
And I say,
"you being naked won't explain anything.
It would just push me to write more poetries".


Then I write while we sex
My pen in her body
And her skin as the paper
And our world as the poem.


We write it together
To the best of our abilities.