I softly read aloud to you, but
My mind wasn't thinking in words:
They passed from my lips and
Dissolved just above your ear.

My mind wasn't thinking in words---
I was thinking in terms of you,
The silk of your hair, your knee grazing mine,
The fleeting kiss of our fingertips.

I was thinking in terms of you.
You were a poem all in yourself;
Soft euphony and delicate intricacies,
A playful melody in your verse.

You were a poem all in yourself,
So I was thinking in terms of you,
Instead of in the whispered words
That I read aloud to you.