Here is the opening part of my poem. Please give me your honest thoughts on it.
It’s called “In Her Bed, Dreaming of You.”
Spirits couldn’t chase my thoughts of you away
So, I turned to a woman for what wine and liquior wouldn’t do
An exotic beauty, I had been with before
What would it matter if we were together once more?
As my hands follow from head, back, down to her thighs
Can’t escape thoughts of how I love the curves on your body
From your waste to your eyes
I like the general theme of the piece. Drop the rhyming and concentrate on getting just the right word – concisely. Write more as if these thoughts are coming from your mind instead of a fountain pen.
If you want to be a poet, the first thing that you should do is being to read good contemporary poets.