serenade me with silence
...
I look for your affections between the lines...
on napkin corners...
in notebooks, worn with age
...
unclothe me to the metronome of your latest rabbit trail
I won't mind if it is meant for someone else
...
love, I'm asking for nothing more than to share your bed
...
play muse, for a night
or two
...
darling, I think I could be poetic for you.