words may not be enough

You have stolen my heart-

plucked it like a ripened fruit

from a dream within a dream

of the deepest blue sea.

And I have stolen your pen,

lover,

to write you these words.

In truth, 
words may not be enough.

In your language, in mine.

But I will build for you

a soft bed

with the words that I have.

You may lay your head there,

between my breast

and the vibration in my throat

that aches to sing

                                 for you.

7/14/2018  AAW