I don't write notes in the backwoods of books, but
my tongue is small,
good for eating
and thick
easy to find and thoroughly present between
seams where a solid weld
can make or break a night.
For kissing she is
clumsy and deaf and
signing 120 words per minute
each pair a couplet
each couplet a
word in the mother tongue
for one thing many ways seen shade:
where have hue been.
twining fingers to palm
cutting her eyes for you
teeth clinking little
sea kings, along their ride, beseeching
"come inside."s
120 separate ways
per minute.
