“Listen with your mouth”
            –Paul Celan
taste our world with your words
like soft bites along my neck
each parting of your lips longs
for the next touch in each of us
each conversation connects like silk
shimmering between tree branches
trapping us in the wet moon-lit
strands of our inarticulate desires
we feed each other our lives
brief vignettes like canapés
teasing the appetite towards more
than our anorexic singularities
we lick each syllable desperate
to extend our life yet to come
(December 2012)

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