it sounds like 'i love you...'

I tell you in idol chat
of men and Gods
‘I am curious’
Fumbling about dusty ruins
of thoughts and desire I am as a child in these things
playing foolishly with words
I should never utter
and puzzled you say I am
‘Uneducated, yet so full’ Did you see me then?
Between your keys and sheets
where we first
made love? When you laid the moon
down at my feet
and wiping the dripping stars
from my brow
you named me
Sonata