You know my intimate details:
my commas, my periods, my exclamation points.
How can I hide from you?
Shared syntax, parallel structure, semicolons.
You know my rhythm:
my iambic pentameter, a-bb-a, my ups and downs.
You have read the deepest part of me…
Holding my sentences close to you,
underlining my pauses,
taking note of my clauses –
You have tapped into my soul.
My love, my syntax.