I am poetry. Understand and listen to the inscripted lines wrapped around my aorta and you will catch snaps and snippets of nakedness in the words I only speak to you. Listen intently my love, I am poetry.

I am music. With eights bars of wonder, hear the whimsical beats that disguise themselves as heartbeats or underground roadmaps to my soul, something like an old negro spiritual. Lead  me to freedom mon cherie. Don’t be fooled my love, my song is not just for you, its for me too. Play my thoughts backwards and hear the encrypted love notes for only you to hear. Hear me clearly baby, I am music.

I am dance. Can’t you see how I demonstrate my flexibility when I do back bends into seemingly impossible combinations for the sake of our love when the beat picks up and theres a need for change in the choreography. I’ll go the extra mile for you. This pas de deux was constructed for what is me and you. See our connected movements, thoughts, and bodies perfectly in sync when we make love. Release my closed sessions. Do you have your shoes honey, I am dance.

Love in its intrinsic way of living is of a different kind. Always waiting to be exposed while hiding deep within us. Well I’m naked baby. Here I am as poetry, music, and dance. Lets enjoy the fine art of us until our music flatlines.