I know all the notes of your voice,
All of the muscled tones and shifts
Which compose the ballads of your
Invocations of my form – both near
And through device.

I know
All the strength, flex, and power
Of your heart, and the way
Your being charges the space
Around
I know the chords
Plucked within me, and my breath
Caught taut on hearts pause that
Vacillates summoning plunges
And a vast heave
Of the fleshed lung.