The vocabulary of desireis incomplete, a word is missing.
My tongue searchesfor your body in languageand finds you in every word.
I thought this was a small thing, a stonein the palm I could offer you,my body in darkness a simple giftcasual as a pebble.As if touching were easier than speaking,as if this poem did not prove youinside me already, as if askingmeant I still had the power to invite.
But you make me aware of breathing,of the awesome factthat each particle of airhas been taken at least onceinto every lung.Suddenly I have no boundariesand to kiss you seems to drink up the sky,slip it from my tongue into your mouth.
Our bodies just our hearts' clothing,and I came to you so shabbily dressed.Maybe I thought that for one nightI could wear your beauty through closenessand for a few hours believe myselfsplendidly arrayed.
But you know all the lyricsto rejection.My body, your exquisite voice'sshattered glass.
