Lover's Game

I wanted to write a poem
play a lover's game
So I looked for the rhythm
the rhyming, in your name

I looked in the ascending sibilance;
like lips that part at the end of a kiss
The soft consonants at the begining;
shoulder to shoulder, like this, like bliss

I looked for a pattern
in the fluctuations of my heart
the waves of doubt, of hope, of love
that rise and fall, and stop and start

Is the rhythm in our thoughts
that circle and sway, meeting
teasing, almost revealing
then pulling, away, away

I failed to find the poetry
in the simple things we said
love's rhymes are shy
and like to hide
in our dreaming - synchronised -
in our fingers - intertwined -
in our breathing, in our bed