(This song encompasses a lot of how I construct my words.  Simple, short, and meaningful.  Day 240…)

What about the way you love me, and the way you squeeze me?…

Being in love
Is writing sonnets with your eyes
When everything you want to say
Won’t fit in the lines

Every poem
Has a poem within the spaces
Is patterned sound and rest
So what tempo
Is mine
If I love you while I sleep?

Every blink is another note in the symphony
Reading the key signatures in your smile.
Or no words
You are
The song I sing.