New Poet

I read this poem and immediately thought of a woman. One woman in particular. Although most things make me think of her...

i send you this leaf

not because of its supreme beauty or uniqueness
not because the tree it came from looks like you
yawning in the morning
not because it would be a good substitute for lettuce
on your next sandwich
not because it's a page ripped from the book of my thoughts
not because i placed it on my tongue and tasted your earlobe
not because it's the lit-match color of your nipples
not because it's the remnant of autumn's confetti
not because it's shaped like your eye when you leaned forward
and blew out the candle

-jeffrey mcdaniel