Bread Crumbs

Oh to find someone,
Out there
In the world
For whom I'll write poetry

Or,
Truth be told,

With whom I can share what I write
Without pause
With no real expectations
Of praise and applause

To tear off a piece of my soul's fresh-baked bread
To be able to share what's inside of my head
And hand it right over
No fear, no mistrust
Just knowing you'll eat it

Even the crust.