the strobe pulse of that faulty flourescent
is the between beat for the singing curve of your ass
sweet music written out on the lines of your shirt
i listen to the shape of your calves under denim
too long hair brushed from your eyes whispers a tremolo chorus
your shoes shuffling snare brushes on concrete
raise gooseflesh up my arms, pianissimo
your laughter is the climax of each day's composition
my movements revolve on your smile
i am blushing trying to keep time and pitch
seeing nothing outside the wash of love's spotlights
on you my conductor
demanding nothing less than my passionate engagement
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