Your best side

Leave the door open and come here for me,
we can walk away from the din.

There’s a soundtrack to this; it plays softly in my head.
Your mouth, a love poem
chants in the darkness.

I beat to your rhythm, each bar handwritten,
there are no excuses for mistakes.

We pile up our love songs,
their skins slip through our fingers,
mine held tight, ripping at the edges.

We can walk quietly from this room.
I will close my mouth on yours.
That will be the end of it.