L’AFFAIRE

I’m jealous of those who possess
the grace to love slowly;
taking the time
to thoughtfully consider
each movement and moment.

Perhaps singing would give me
the structure I crave,
to follow the notes on a page
to logical end
with tempo and consonance
flowing in passionate waves.

But words are my refuge
and so I will hide
intentions behind double quatrains
of secretive rhythms,
hidden messages
for the Lover
who already knows my name.