I couldn't sleep tonight,
I had a song stuck in my mouth. I licked
my lips and let it out slow and low, slurring
the words that only you'd know, a dizzy
resonance in Morse for you,
for whomever,
for nothing.
I must be speaking from the dark.
From the static-muffled space in my mind
where the late-night humming is restless, where
the blurry parts of you throb against
my sinews, 'till I succumb, let lax
my lips and let you out;
I couldn't sleep tonight,
or any stifled night like this,
You: mulled, heady, sonorant at my tongue.
Me: flushed, spinning,
amplified.
