Your Song

I will write you a song
Bright as your summer eyes
As airy as your wind-swept hair
Streaming like castle banners
Down your sloping shoulders.

Your voice is the melody
Dreamy and sleepy
Blending tones of urgency and desire
With plaintive, casual conversations
Punctuated by notes of laughter.

Beneath the air
Your heartbeat thrums
The bass line
Hot and wet
And deep as an August noon.

Your song will be crystal
Ringing high notes
Lofty as starry skies
Clear as mountain streams
Fragrant as garden mint.

I will write you a song
Penned in the indelible ink
Of passion
Waning and waxing
Like midnight seas.

The anthem of our union
Your song
Is the opus
Of your breath
Exhaled as the composition
Of pure need.

But for a moment, darling
Hush.

Let stillness
Be our audience.

In a moment
We will fill the air
With music
And song will rain down
As manna and quail

When I write your song.