Say so, if you really want this slow
moonlight dripping off your shoulder-blade,
let the vinyl crack love into gold;
whisper it—say so.
I’ve kept your rhythm in my pocket,
heartbeat syncopated, loose change,
every maybe pressed to silence
until your breath gives it a name.
Say so, let the night unzip its coat,
show me the constellation you hide;
I’ll trace it with a tongue of smoke—
just say so, and the dawn can wait outside.