Our secret song..

There is no ambivalence within this heart
the visceral pericardium is needed not
For he holds it with feather-soft fingers
entwining the vena carvae into a lover's knot

The sweet timbre of his voice pulls the tide of my blood
No valves can hinder the direction of his call
This Angel of music, virtuoso, adored
sings secret words to enthral

My blood is filled with his song and his breath
He is all that keeps me alive
His sighs are interludes between each beat
Without him I could not survive

And so, this is the Nocturne of my soul
that thrives within each cell of my form
as I lay beneath a ceiling with stars of glass
reflecting the outside storm

As rain patters gently, he holds me to him
and whispers his love in my ear
I smile in pleasure and yield eternal
to words only I.. shall ever hear.