Love Me

(written 10/05/2009)

The melodies of the blades of grass
Swaying in your fragrant wind,
The sun reflecting your light
Beating down on my timid heart.

Your blood, your life...like yeast to my soul.
Rising above the tree tops, looking down on
The oven that scorches them,
For they do not contain the gated love that you have opened for me.

The birds circling your halo shout, Hallelujah!
The wings of your decorated language, your decorated hands,
Gently guiding the earth's music
To its double bar.

Your fruitful eyes, your sinless tongue,
Shouting a silent tune that only my ears can understand.
Your tanned toes grasping at those discreet melodies,
Searching for the right pitch, the right chord...

You can be assured that every note created by my
Racing blood, my running thoughts, my eager intentions
Is your favorite song, and
I will be your favorite singer.