you inform me of a need

to take minute measurements of feelings and to articulate my emotions

against some unrealistic scale

tell me

how do you measure the aria of a bird in flight

the operatic whisper of my breath as I lay replete, in your arms

somewhere in all the meters and measures

the how to’s and self-helps

you have lost track of our duet

close your eyes and listen

I am the note that lingers in the air

the vibrato pulsations of your blood

listen

to our song sung a capella