Singular

Whisper the words not meant for their ears

I appreciate the proximity, dear

Accidental rhymes serenade me

I’m always the one doing the singing

And you the ignoring

Won’t you be my pianist, boy?

Harmonies too sweet, too prophetic

Bitten tears and black and white visions

Little boys and their favorite pretty girls

Eyeliner and messy hair never hurt a soul

Absence does make other hearts grow fonder

I’m still alone

These mysteries fuel my late night songwriting

Silly, silly, silly girl I am

Could you be my silly, silly, silly boy?

Take an ear for my flirting, please

And go along with my scripted plan

A particular and genuine kind of charades

Could it be that out thoughts intersect?

And in some twisted reverse psychology

‘Twould be the same for you

That’s the medieval talk

The Shakespearean romances I’ve been reading

That’s the music playing

The bad romance a lady called GaGa told me

That’s the twelve a.m. clock

Glaring at me with buttery eyes

It wants you too

Million line stanza, take me to sleep

Mend my torn eyelashes

My poems can be singular thoughts

Singular ideas, singular dreams

Singular me