Salient love — a poem

Sing to me
My salient love.
Chording lyricist,
astronomer,
Of the star-speckled freckle sky
Painted on my forehead.

Beneath my skull
Is a cortex-decor home.
Your own personal entryway,
hewn,
A gilded marrow door.

Reach into me arms-deep,
Through the smallest of cracks.
Say hello to the versions
Of you who live in there.
Of me too.

And my fingers will dance
In recompense
Along your spine,
Compositions performed
To laughter-line applause.

As I mouth numerical codes
To enter the elevator that
Leads to your mind,
My aim to visit a nook
I claimed.

My scuffy trainers gently
Nudge objects from my path
And sitting cross-legged,
As I often do,
I’ll draw patterns in the stardust
And sing to you.