you make my heart flutter like the pages of a stop motion sketch pad
you make my voice stutter like a skipping cd track
th- th- that girl is my true horizon
pure perspective through the looking glass
dance stop make it fast
make it slow
make me go in in in
and out of phases like the moon
wane on wax off
stars shining and i am lost
in your constellations
in your subtle body language
i find full conversation
colorful like a diverse nation of words
and thought
bringing movement into still life paintings
you make my canvas come alive
inspire me hire me to enhance your dimensions
dynamic with multiple angles
you've got chimes in your voice
vibrating like wrist bangles
gently placed upon an angels wing
because when you speak you sing
melodies and harmonies
lullabies and symphonies
take me please to live in your music box
and ill be your ballerina dancing when you wind me up
twirling without giving up
faith in you.
you are my muse
you are the object of my poetic affection.