I like to
whisper to you
In the middle
of the night
Across the
mound
Of pillows
And say directly
To your
Subconscious
mind
That I love
you
I want to
believe
It sinks in
more deeply
And inoculates
you against
Any crazy thing
I may say or
do
During the
day
That hurts your
feelings
Or annoys
you
I know it
doesn’t
Work that way
but
I do it all the
same
I figure I
could use
The credit
Poets, ironically
Are startlingly
clumsy
With spoken words
Everything
they think
Comes out in
a rush
You could
get hit
By a stray
thought
Receive a
concussion from
A passing feeling
Or be
knocked off your feet
By a temporary
mood
So I’ll whisper
To you
tonight
While you
sleep
Or hold your
hand
Under the
sheets
So tomorrow it will be
Easy to remember
Easy to remember
That I love
you
