I want to learn the alphabet of your emerald eyes,
Pronounce the words on the tip of your tongue
And complete the sentence between your thighs.
Master movement grammar while we are still young
The nouns all down your spine are pleading to be sung.
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I want to trace the verbs of your palm.
Scribble the adverbs of your fingers
Across the conjunction of your wrists, into my psalm.
To decline your sides where my breath still lingers
Your tense, presently, limbers.
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I want to speak your Body Language,
Be fluent in your tongue.
I’m eager to read your novels
And write your poems until we are undone.