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.