After we are a tangle of limbs braided,
our heat encased within blankets
and our still, feverish forms,
I try to listen to the endless
beautiful code that your heart makes.
You’re always trying to tell me something
whenever we’re not using words.
This live wire between us speaks.
I hear you more in the reverb,
breathe you between the beats,
no matter how my fingertips touch.
No matter what notes we’ll hum.
We’ll hear and know more
in what has yet to be sung.
