melody of stars,
I am home,
when I hear your voice.
I wrote your name in honey,
on my heart,
asleep under the moon,
waiting for words to wash over me,
sweet and satisfying.
I graffiti the dictionary,
appropriating the English language,
giving new meaning to the sounds that leave my mouth.
I call you my favourite thing,
inside of my head,
dreaming of the warm embrace of your voice,
and the sky I see inside your eyes.