i am a little bit dense
of a girl, teasing out love's phonemes or quanta
to destroy implication.
i like must never mean i will sleep with
nor should a yes to dinner.
i wonder how to make words mean only meaning,
would sentiments expire?
how often should we renew?
can it work if a kiss does not mean union
does not means future
does not mean only
just why not? or that you are deft or pretty,
have trust or flavor.
must a held hand contain a therefore
& because & if i'm beautiful, yes thanks but so?
that doesn't tie me to you
(sometimes you are beautiful & i never want to touch you)
there is no space in love to fit forever,
we can announce each tomorrow
instead, each whens calms me
more than touch yes each
plan is a palm stroke
promise makes the back arch
is coffee coffee?
or simply your place--no
but i want to hear it:
my home my body my ownership
(which is still no certainty
what is in your bookshelf?
or game or film or meal instead)
the last boy's language was a reclining
& a firm claiming; a want that grew
when passed from body and back
to body and back to body
in blameless animal language
say, what muscle, of eye or lip
led you on as you claim?
what red what flash what fever
sorry. i am a little bit foreign of a girl, to all customs
the only mating dance i know i have written for myself