(Written while walking home from a long day at work.  I wondered how I’d write while being tired.  This is the result of a very interesting door opening…)

But I’m afraid. (Don’t be…)

It’s getting late
Why you gotta be here
Beside me?
Watching
Needing
Wanting
Me
To

Turn nightmares into concertos.
To rest your back against my chest
And stroke along your waist
Playing your progressions by ear

You’re afraid of acapella
You’d rather be an instrument of my inspiration
Though your hips are easy to follow
Singing your own notes pales in comparison to the last time
You
We
Became a treble clef
Your lips
One set released sighs
The other were kissing mine
Tongue as key signature
Familiar and unlocking chambers deserted
Once
Twice
By me.
I’d rather memories moisten the bow
And not cause tears to fall to the metronome
Let me make you bite repeat symbols into my shoulder
Since we’re here again
Catching rests
Music is not music without rests.
One and
Two and
Would you look at the time…
I should be going…