You say you don’t like poetry don’t want to hear it just never got it and I swoon because your air in my lungs wants to thicken into words birth verses composed of our mingled spit two tongues that nose playfully in the rain stanzas of falling sweat strophes written with a single finger on flesh not touched not this way not like this For the motion of your quivering toes by my ear is poetry the stillness of your open lips is poetry the curve of your belly in the candlelight under my hand is poetry And maybe you don’t like poetry because you are poetry iambic hips birthing rhymes that spit so hard from you they become gang bang graffiti on my headboard And the two syllables of your name I speak over and over into candle sweetened air are the alpha and omega of what it means to be alive Yes love is only a word it is the shortest poem ever written But you say you don’t like poetry so I will let you stop my tongue with yours let my voice go hoarse be content to rest in your silence Just ask and I will gladly still my pen and never write another verse with your name but please oh please just now just this once then never again For tonight in this bed at this late hour as we move slowly your rhythmic cadence consonants sharp and vowels round raw dangling syllables and stanzas of blood You don’t realize that it is you that has become the poet you that speaks in cries which crystallize and become two primal words whispered over and over For if love is the shortest poem then this is the one we will live by your entreaty to me or to the gods That simplest verse uttered again and again by lovers since we first found our voices the purest poetry and the most complete prayer
don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop
(First published in The Legendary, 2009)
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