Mio Bel Canto

Not quite touching               (the posts of our bed)
                                      we laid ignoring           the alarms we set last night.
                 Simply put they were quite calls to the height of our love,
                 even when we were at their lowest bars
                                                                                                       - A singing phrase
She starts -
Asking away for the dark notes of a rich melody of things we all need in the morning
                                        like a songbird
"The misanthrope wants her coffee so"
                                                            she sets the hound on me.
                                                             She told me "all the dogs in London are longer."
It was a fact that she new well and it was something that I hide away in the folders of my books.
                                         So I could keep it and remember
                                         her voice in the hours of the day
                                         that were spent chasing her,
               rather than humming her tunes and listening to the pounding
                                                                                         rhythm of my heart that seems
                                                                                         to strike louder than bells
                                                                                         when she draws a breath,
Like a well trained performer who knows just how to hold the audience in a moment of frisson,
                                                              by my ear
the howling swells I feel when her red-wine voice takes me
                                                                     to phrases                                unknown
- Alike - the places I knew                               in dreams or memories of things I'd                    
                                  - liken - to the way a shaking voice
can bring all                   things we find harmonious to one singular point in time.
                      A single moment with her feels like hours at the opera.