, union,

holding your hand is a
practice of symphony
i form my fingers around
your hollow spaces
point to a measure and
begin the note

still a symphony is a
practice of waiting
each interval and chord
i halt, anticipate, count and feel
my way around the score

what more, observe the timbre
mind the tone and paint musically a color
as if we touch ripple to ripple
climax and resolve

wait for me while i rest
both suspended in a scale until
we fall back into ourselves

loving you is a song
rehearse, repeat, prepare, pursue

and i've lost my heart to you