to listen

to beat a eardrum full of your song,

to dance,

to yearn for the next word,

to burn for the next world,

to take a kiss & keep it,

can’t save me, just change me,

& i’ll have something to think about,

until tomorrow's breakfast.

something new to do, chew, and brew,

like that one modest mouse guitar solo,

embroidered in my ear lobes,

i’ll make earrings of your words,

because i always miss your voice first.