You need not be adorned in the beauty of this world.
I require no locks of gold nor a slender silhoutette
I ask not that you lie with me satisfying merely lust
Or walk with me as you would have any man before
Rather, I beg that you come bearing that melody
The elusive harmony that, out of the rest in all the world, exists to fulfill my own meager tune
Through note and chord, song and hum, wind yourself around my heartstrings
Step into my ever longing ear, imprinting my limbic with your memory
Begging, love, I ask you to travel with haste
For what is one soul to do when it longs to compose the melody of love
To flesh out the measures and feel the dynamics therein
Take your steps, love, be they half or whole, toward me
Find me as I try, as always, to pour myself out in waves
And just as the tide rolls in, you too shall follow the waves to their source
Find me
And there we will sing
