Timely Morsel: love poem 12

Written Dec. 2014

inside me
there is something
that jingles
like a bell
when you come
into view,
that chimes
like a triangle
when you put 
your fingers on me,
that sings
when you prevent
my skin from going
another moment unkissed,
that sings like a whale
in the depths of the sea,
finding its way
in the sound.