Can I lick the nectar

  That slowly drips

From your bottom lip

                  

 When you lecture me

On love?

Your mouth speaks

    Beautiful melodies

Even the oldest man might

    Not  know of

Seeking the night so

   I can cry in the dark

Silence is my only friend

(black like my heart)

As my soul sinks to

The bottom of my

H U M A N   B O D Y

I begin to sing

The songs of

Trees and bees

I BLINK.