My love is in the details of your face
In the ambient soundscape
In your scattered perfect freckles
And the reverb as it settles
I tap my foot
To the calculated breaks
The shake of the bass
And the fuzz that it makes
I think about my heart
How it's yours to take
And the synth fills up the room
Like a dam does to a lake
My love is in the accidental slide
On the amplified string
And the flax and lentil chip
By your glass and metal ring
Your muttered cursing as you make a mistake
And the shouting I catch out on the fringe of the tape
The specifics
And the non-terrifics
The way you text me during Physics
And the calming beat with the cross sticks
In the wicked