Now fool might be my middle name,
but I’d be foolish not to say.
I’m going to make whatever it takes,
ring you up,
call you down,
sign your name
secret love,
make it rhyme,
take you in and make you mine.”

by me

Falling in pieces
in rhyming words
in song titles
and letter lines
carefully penned
into a post-it note confession
of I love
all these tiny things
like the curl in your hair
the small tear on your jacket sleeve
turns of phrases
of sideways glances
the scent of your skin
and maybe

Strange Currencies :: R.E.M.
from the album, Monster (1994)