My attempt at Form Poetry…
I will sing you to me
My voice will ride the winds of time
And sound in the echoes of your desire
My love will tinkle softly like a child’s laugh
You will hear it in the silent midnight
I will sing and you will hear
My drum will be my heartbeat, hear
The boom boom boom of my desire
And strain your ears so you can hear me
My voice a light in the black midnight
A beacon that echoes across time
Listen to the future and hear us laugh
My love when I lay in the sweet dark of midnight
The quiet of the night my choir of desire
I sing you a song, I sing you to me
My voice is a brush and my canvas time
And for color I splatter it with a yellow laugh
The colors so bright surely you must hear
With my voice I paint you for all to hear
I sing the graceful curve of your neck I so desire
The flare of your royal nose as you laugh
And the ebon skin so much fairer that midnight
With my longing I call you to me
But can you hear, will my voice reach in time?
My beautiful love, I sing you to me.
With my voice I call for you to hear me.
My love, I will sing you to me and you will hear.