I will bridge you with the birch
between our tongues; cloister
my speech as though it was
a language you know and I toast
yours as my own.
lexicon our saliva and nodes
and finger my spine with yours
do you see the wetting of my eyes
do you know how to rotate yourself?
The slickness of appetite
rouses up in my belly
which offers itself as cups to drink
do not mistake this as obedience
and I will not mistake yours
Tied to the larynx
met with the hungry mouth
of dialogues as the sexes unite
an acrhway cathedrals its way up
towers its way down and the minarets
lay the tone.
coupled in between our lashes
we kiss uncontrollably.—