BE MINE IN SONG
Maybe through your hair
they slip through my words like fingers,
maybe you can hear me breathing
but i never say your name
you belong to another species,
I always write to you between the lines.
Because you are still one of them all
different:
Source of goodness,
arsenal of love
waterfalls of desire
splendor of beauty,
river of joy,
a small dose of desirable shame,
something completely new for me,
that’s why I don’t let you out of my sight,
but i don’t know the verse
not a word or a letter,
and there is so much in you…
I don’t even know those notes
to at least show you to everyone with a song.
I always sigh
when i close my eyes
and spin you with my palm on the gramophone record.
Author: Monica Morgan Alaan