Opening myself to your poem

Willing to flow with your rhymes

And fixate on your tones

The last time I fell in love

The lyrics sang like a blues song.

Does your love story

Live happily ever after

Will the audience give us

An ovation and shouts for an encore

Because the last time I fell in love

I stood alone

No encore

No sequel

No cast.

If I let you read me

Promise to turn the pages gently

Use your heart as my bookmark

Skim some sections

Study those in between

Sound out my syllables

Let them live on your tongue

Rest on your lips

And then create a love scene

Too passionate to be played

On my pages.