Impromptu

she whispers into my ear i whisper into her ear and soon find that this poem visually looks like a piano keyboard sort of missing minor thirds and i'm not trying to try to write a shape poem but the black and white keys of our bodies are leading to a possible possibility of crescendo that has been slowly building as i am simply typing and looking at how each line is getting longer and growing to where my heartbeat tempo knows not where to go but following my fingers that are heavily beating and pounding sound out of a poem that suddenly has substance and yes i am shout singing meaningless lyrical phrases that daze and confuse me but knowing that it is you using me to express what i want to impress upon you as if a mirror asking itself who are you but knowing no one knows and so is a moot point pointing in a general direction of south by south west from me to you to find you at the end of this maddening once again meaningless poetry/music/or directions to the next segue that will lead down a hole a hall i can't recall if this is what is this all i know is that it led me to you