Last night, love was made
Repeatedly in 2/4, ¾, and 4/4  time.
Quarter notes 
Compounded my single-syllabled sonnets
A sax serenaded my 
insides so all my participles 
no longer dangled. 
Moist lips upon a reed
hit notes higher than extacy would take me.
and when singing!—
The voice was honey—
Drip, 
    drop, 
         dripping 
       down 
    my 
lips
Down my treble clef like a .dotted quarter note,
Creating an 18-sectioned haiku.
And as moonlight shone,
We kept composed 
Under the darkness of our own skin.