I line our bodies up (your
hands, my fingers, your knees, my
back) and rearrange
them. I'm trying to make some sense
of this careless tangle.
I bring out the best in you (maybe, let's see -
your arms, my neck, your toes, my toes, my
toes)
but it seems you can't bring much
of me (anywhere - your tongue,
my wrists, my arms, my shoulders, my
shoulders!?),
If these parts were detachable,
I could line them up in flawless
sense, our syntax
would grind, would blossom, would wail -
(my palms, your palms, your hips, like this, like
this...)
but this is english, love,
and your subject cannot be implied - we lack
the signifier, we lack the
significance.
(my back, your back, your back, the door.)
In some other era we may meet
to sing sweet latin.
all the words will be implied,
effortless understanding - yes
the language yields to lovers -
will materialize, and you
won't have to say
anything.
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