You manage to sneak
your way into every line of every song,
every rise and fall of the volume,
every repetition of a phrase,
and once you’re there, I play your face
along with the arpeggios.
Your smile becomes a musical phrase,
your laugh becomes a giggle of drums,
your scent the smooth, seamless transition
between tracks. And when the album ends,
leaving me in silence, in lonely darkness,
I feel you in the bed next to me,
whispering my name.
Copyright © Robin Lane | Year Posted 2010