November 2007
2 posts
Lyricism
Dialogue is overrated.
Instead, I want to listen to
the melody of her features,
the harmony of her contours,
the beat of her movements,
while I talk to her in tones
of awe and appreciation.
Why have conversation
when she can tell me stories
of her beauty
in the music of her smile?
Wake Up Call
Her voice
through the door
as she wakes me up for breakfast
is like a serenade
that lifts me
from the depths of my slumber
to a perch above the heavens
where I bask in the sunshine
of her smile
and float upon the clouds
of her ambition.
To me, she is beautiful beyond perception.
Sadly, I never make it down for breakfast.