I can charm the birds from the trees,the leaves from the autumn wind and the salt from the ocean,but she is stuck, at the back and bottom of her wardrobe,hands over her ears as I sing my sweet, siren song. Sometimes we swap places and she knocks incessantly at the door,as I shake my head…

You’re not going to believe this.She took me to dinner and then we sat, nervously in the dark as a movie I didn’t much care for played.I mean…all of our friends came too,but they collapsed into a blur behind us and it was nothing but me, a nervous wreck, and her, a tempest of blue…

There is a moon, making sure I get home safe,but I suspect that safe is the last thing I’ll ever be again,at risk of a dangerous kind of devotion,the kind where I am defined by how I looked in your arms this evening. You told me,in a whisper full of wanting,that I was your lover,the…