The Taste of Some Words

That word

you said you liked

to hear me say? 

I will whisper it

in your ear all day.

You sleep tight &

all night I will lie

beside you slipping it

in between each dream.

Actions may speak

louder than words,

but some come on

like shivers,

don’t come out

but overcome

your mouth,

make your lips

start speaking

in tongues

hips buck &

squeeze like

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please!

It’s a go down

on your knees thing,

like ah (!) bright wings;

your mouth is open,

and your eyes are closed,

your head falls back,

and you sing.                                                                                                 printable

When the activity of the day is done

When you are showered and waiting

for dinner, maybe lying in a hammock

with a sweating glass of something

on the stump, reading, or listening

to a dog barking by the river’s edge,

you might think that’s the ideal time

to write a poem about the darkening day.

But you’d be wrong.

Because you’re tired, and hungry,

and slung between two trees;

the erratic creaking back and forth

is all the music this moment needs.

The necessary edge is the river’s edge;

and that little bit of dark insistence,

the distant, barking dog.                                                                                printable

Montreal

I could tell in the way she kissed me

that she was bilingual.

There was a geography

in her lips I could taste;

and the muscles of her mouth

had known foreign tongues.                                                                       printable