You are soft sprinkles
of rain dropping on
my hot tin skin,
that sweet drumming
as I long to let
you fall in,
not minding one bit
if in loving you
I am giving up
all that I ever
hoped I be.

You are the instrumental
that I never heard,
that brings with it
my own unspoken words,
tiny syllables and brand new
ideas I long to share with
all who wouldn’t mind
hearing it,

as I go to sleep
letting go of reality
you are the verse of poetry
whispered in dreams
and sought in waking,
even though I know
it brings with it
a certain aching.
I have forgotten it
but still long to recall
the whole poem,
heartbreak and all.