Can she hear me?
See me
Feel me glance her swerves and curls
She has a sweep from her meniscus
A bend so perfect, I see math
Silent curves smooth as jazz
Her angles romp and swing
In consensus with the beat of my heart
The music creeps up my skin
Inaudible sounds are seen and touched
Never before has an opera of perfection
Made my gut dance
My tongue slides back in my throat with electricity
Harmony rules from head to toe
I crave more of this girl's symphony
To taste the sound of her voice
The drama of her sculpture
The melodious song embedded in her arch
Create a concerto of romance
Or a home for the warrior poet
Passion composed from gunfire
A rainbow of smoke engulfs these eyes
What does she see?
What does she feel?
Can she hear me?