words:
a poets kiss
water:
to wet your
tongue
throat
lips
tell me this:
which set of words
arranged in which way
would send me in the direction
of your heart, hands, head, just ahead?
which tone of voice...
soothes you into sleep
to awaken the greatest dreams?
or shakes you into daybreak
to my face, smiling, you inside?
which tone would I need
to hone enough of a melody that will keep you near?
and which would I need to move you closer
so that you would be right here?
What could I hear
in the deep
dark marks
of your scars?
What could I learn
as we drink
walking
talking
playing
in bars?
What more would spill
from you, if, instead of
ingesting toxins...
we just keep talking //
instead in daylight
through forests
up mountains
down river
up stream
I bet you'd beam!
I say it all as if I know you, but I honestly don't know a thing.
words: a poets kiss