Saturday, March 5, 2011

respond to me respond to me respond

The whole earth resounds with your love. Make me

the perfect flesh-echo of you
pronouncing me: my name
yours, first and forever, safe and home
only in your mouth. Kissing is eating
each other and sex is wanting

to be consumed. I have so many
theories like thistleweeds wrapped around
dry skin, but let me in, the core of me
and you simultaneous knocking
on doors, down walls, let me in.