shall i tell you
how i’ve chiseled away
at a corner of my mind
and shaped it to your voice
so that i may carry it folded there
how my stomach twists
and untwists again
to think of you
thinking of me
how my skin warms pink
and my heart beats crooked
when my name finds time on your tongue,
and how i’ve never wanted it more
than when it parts your lips
how i adore your mind
when it’s working things out
and how you chew your nails—
all the time they spend in your teeth,
how i envy them
how the poetry is yours, always yours
because nothing else is worthy anymore
this pen, these words,
this forfeit of sleep—
how useless it was
without you anyway
how i worship the phones,
the wires, the satellites
that carry you to me
over the miles and miles and miles
and even more than those
how many ways we’ve made love
while i’m lying alone,
eyes open to the night
or while i’m standing in line
clutching cream shelled eggs
and day old bagels,
how i’d rather them be
any sacred piece of you
how i crave, yearn, long for—
even these are not enough—
your fingertips, pressed
to my flesh, giving new purpose to my legs,
claiming my thighs
hungry, ready, waiting
how this soul is become yours
without your asking
shall i tell you
you are the undoing
of it all
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