How dumb do I
become,
when you want
me to speak?
You know, my
honey!
how I wax
lyrical about you
in your
absence.
Words vie
with one another
to find a
pride of place
in my poems
you inspire.
But what
keeps them
on the leash
when mine
meet your eyes?
But can’t you
hear, my love!
the music my
heart plays?