Everything that rises

When I listened
to you reading from
your poetry
beautifully I became
envious

How the loveliest and
freshest image wrapped
in the gauze of these well-paired
words would sting me then
as though I were
the mercantilist of metaphor
each simile like gold
would horde
would start a war about
how you were flooding
my soul with soft imported
euphony

but when you finish
i shake myself
from your sound
look around and realize
the beauty rising from each
one of us listening here somewhere must
converge.