I have words for
myself holding hush
having wanted how bold
bare violence hatches
in shared tongue sporing
your labia in eddies say
baby held a word
for you: tumescent
that's want of a mouth
of wood wine offered mealy
and frothing dresses the fear to return
took some six months of shaking
your name stuck in my purse
ensnared had you heard word
to say no, you would never,
how hard on the victim hard
people to please have you known that no
word hurls meaning into bedrooms like fucking
and unfurling atoms how little
ash is left on August days
glassy like the sun spins
axes on convection
how easy to shake
like lesioned fruit
we had to make
a bad decision
impermissible
that we agreed
water gives
want to heat
I have no
words