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.