myself, my heart, you

Written 2/07

I placed "myself" up in the sky,

in emboldened letters,

if you looked skyward;

I placed "my heart" in slick

italics on every shirt

you ever wore;

I put "you" in curlicues

on every mirror

in our apartment;

But you never saw my

penmanship, because 

the words don't read well

on their own,

And "myself," "my heart," and "you,"

doesn't read as well as

I love you

sounds,

straight from my lips,

swallowed in your ears,

and digested in your heart.