An Offering

Let them hear it, dear.

These little clicks in your ear are

me, love.

Like bright arrows of sound I slick past your sight lines

you squint to see and believe I was a

falling star. You forget so fast.

My insights a flash in your eye.

Like the fireworks outside your window tonight. New. As I make you.

My voice a distraction you dismiss.

If you could hear me

you might surrender to something real

But even without your ear or your eye — I will love.