When You Sit Quietly Next to Me
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Literary love poem.
Reading from Norton's that poem you've been
Saving for me with a yellow tab.
It stews when the leaves are shut --
The energy mainlines through you until
You ground it into me.
The chattering verse slips to the right,
Then up,
Catty-corner to where we were before.
Your eyes tick towards me to judge reaction --
But this song moves too rapidly for you
And you become muddled like a pianist
On new music.
Some notes need to be replayed --
The rhythm reëstablished.