You are a study in the

vibrations of sound

a test of space, a proof


one hundred ways to answer

the same question resting


on the tip of my tongue

the cusp of my lips



a single remembrance,             a laugh,

or the way you kissed me

so I would shut up and go to sleep.


You are a phylum,             a family,             a species

of bird and I will track you through

the sky             or in the reflection of moonlight

on the bay