Let your spirit fill me

With delicate expressions,

Dictating a romantic ballad,

Holding on to adjectives

Then…

Slipping from your tongue

In sweet rhythm

Cascading into my ears

As water folding over us.

Let your hands hold

Verbs and nouns,

Us as pronouns,

Beginning and ending

Tracing each line and space

Of my body

Cautiously placing

Each moment into silhouettes of pauses

And

Shading the imagination with

Tension, intervals and length.

Be my melody,

Reciting a sonnet, haiku, free verse

Until

The final closure,

An exclamation to end all words

With…

a…

deep…

sigh!

I love you…Millie