Aubade Poem by Brendan Constantine

My love,
you have the right to remain
.......silent. Anything you say
can and will be recorded
.......in my pillow. If you desire,
you may request a transcript
.......of every crushed feather.
You have that right, too.

.......Knowing
and understanding these
.......rights as I sing them,
are you willing to answer
.......without a moon present?
Put your hands in the air
.......and walk toward me.
Tell me what you know.