Tris...

Your heart drums against my cheek,
its steady beat lulling me to sleep.

Your voice slips down my spinal cord
making my heart race
even faster than the metal songs kissing your lips.

Your hand in mine-
in my hair-
around my waist-
wiping away my tears-
merely your touch
is as powerful as an amplified electric guitar.

And the rock notes clinging to your fingers
drips onto my lips
and I breathe them in-
life flooding my muted being.

And your lips on my temple
wakes a sonnet in my body
that only you know how to play.