Sky signs words in a reticent tumble,
tongue slows to cloud jumble, trying —
failing to express what should
be simple as bluebirds
convey, how these knees
do sway beneath
my dear wish
heart attempts to stage
a coup — my beating notes
I must deliver you, break
this fretting, the sweating, anxious
release of three caged words: I need you.
A special thanks to BHD’s note this a.m. — which prompted me to try a nonet!