Thursday, February 14, 2019


 There is no aloha

Like the warmth of your voice 

Wrapped around my name 

So When you take the time 

To sing the syllables out loud 

& pull my mele past the surface 

There is no doubt 

That I am a song 

Composed for you 

And the more and more I am yours 

The more I become 

This magnificent melody 

The more I sing to the heavens 

Just as I was made to 

No one seems to pull the meld out of it 

Quite the way you do 

It’s never felt as much mine as it does when it’s pressed between your lips