A Coded Message

My love is like the hoarsest whisper…and

It won’t be heard if you don’t bend to hear

Its lyric silence in that dent of sand

Beside the shore and lift pink curves to ear

In reverence.  My love is like a blue

Electrified guitar that’s brooding where,

Beside the stage, it waits for only you

To finger it and drive its music spare.

My love is like a poem written in

Invisible, unspoken parchment runes

Awaiting fiery lust like burning sin

To heat hot silence into vellum tunes.

  No.  None of that is true.  My love-filled dream

    Is closer to a strangled bedroom scream.