you always knew where to find me
as infuriating as it could be;
something about the ancient library
quiet books perched on shelves, still dreaming
some unopened for decades
and sunny nooks where great novels
maybe a love letter or two were penned
never ceased to inspire me.
i wanted to write you a love song
but somewhere along the way the melody caught
tangled in my hair and spluttered and coughed
into a silence weighted heavy on my chest.
sunlight crawls across the table
as time refuses to bend for me
and eventually your soft footfalls
are calling me home.

there's something about the way you lick your lips
that begs to be remembered
immortalised between emerald sheets
the desperate thrumming of your heart against my skin
is a symphony unlike any other;
my heart's answering rhythm a flawless duet
thundering toward a magnificent crescendo.
stripped naked of the words held infinitely precious
to my stuttering and faulted character
this new song has me quivering beneath your gaze
unsure of everything except those russet eyes
and the next three words to fall from their lips.