Before we finally sleep
Let me tell you of my song
Dark, melodic, all vibrant rhythms, blue notes
Atonal music from a primative era
Written in time subtly perfect
Written in meter recalling perfect emotion
Inspired collaborators, you and I
Composing personal rhymes in bold script
Within the timeless joys of our love
I clasp your stylus into my well of harmony
Probing deeply you are confined
In a carefully structured love sonnet
I offer you ecstasy in smooth well stretched papyrus
Joyous expression, unbound in the mobility of sheer creation
And we write the most ardent of flesh poems
And we create the most fleshy of tone poems
And we make the most powerful of love poems
In the final flourish we fuse creativity with free form
Anarchy spews forth, a liquid stream of consciousness
The flow of our art overtakes our bodies
As the final couplet is hastily scrawled in messy completion
I leave you inspired, exhausted, sticky with my loving consent
You leave me wet with your signature