For
Meena Alexander
I
want to own your mouth
And
steal your tongue;
To
control the words
That
lick your wounds.
It’s
my language,
It’s
yours.
Yours.
We’ll
try to possess
It,
but we cannot.
I
want your mouth on mine
And
to dance and burn
In
eternal sunshine.
You
grasp for straws
All
you’d please.
You’ll
gasp for me.
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