My love notes are scribbled in pen or permanent marker
Scattered in slanted script on scraps of paper
Scratched into small sticks or
Written on the soft skin of my palm
Earnest and sincere, poetic and strange
I find it quite unfitting to ever sign my name
The five characters don’t add up to my complete soul or the pieces I offer from it
Nor do they give hint of the sorrows you give me solace from
Sweet respite! Won’t you slip over me like a silken sigh, like the peace of resting eyes
Like the sleep one only reaches being rocked by the waves
The serpentine curve of the shore has changed since the time of Lenore
Yes, it beckons sweetly – the sirens, like Echo repeating – that you will love me evermore