Let Me Tell You Of My Song

Before we finally sleep,
Let me tell you of my song.
Dark, melodic, all vibrant rhythms, blue notes.
Atonal music from a primative era
Written in time subtly perfect,
Written in meter recalling perfect emotion.

Inspired collaberators, you and I
Composing personal rhymes in bold script.
Within the timeless joys of our love,
I clasp your stylus into my well of harmony.
Probing deeply you are confined
In a carefully structured love sonnet.

I offer you ecstasy in smooth well stretched papyrus.
Joyous expression, unbound in the mobility of sheer creation.
And we write the most ardent of flesh poems.
And we create the most fleshy of tone poems.
And we make the most powerful of love poems.

In the final flourish we fuse creativity with free form.
Anarchy spews forth, a liquid stream of consciousness.
The flow of our art overtakes our bodies
As the final couplet is hastily scrawled in messy completion.

I leave you inspired, exhausted, sticky with my loving consent.
You leave me wet with your signature.