yesterday I wrote poems: sonnet edition
The rhythm of your heart heard through your chest
Beats out a song I must lie still to hear,
A challenge not to sabotage your rest
Though my own pulse rebels with you so near,
Refuses sleep, demands instead to dance
And leap right through this midnight quiet dream,
A mutual breath composing our romance,
Our limbs the chords, amusing hymns our theme.
My energy must break against your form,
Reshape me as your instrument of choice;
Beneath the sheets my skin must sweetly warm
To sing our songs in nighttime’s blended voice.
I sleep but stay a little bit apart;
I’ll sing your song but must quiet my heart.
