music box

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my hands (fingertips)
trace each note,
an uplifting tune-
and follow the patterns,
as it slips into
your chromatic smile.

lightly, with passion

to the beat
of a steady clock
(seconds closer)
each moment melting/flowing
into the next

a statement of your devotion
to the chorus of your emotion

-singing a lullaby
to your refrain
“I still love you”

while whispers of
my melody (endless repeat)
travels through the passage of time.

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August 14, 2007