Because I miss him and I’m not a poet.



tonight is like the others / within / without : bewitching / the sounds of you // tonight, i call to the lover at sea / the silence enveloping, the tongue // missing

& tonight, i’ll sleep like language swimming / beneath your lost humming body // grace mercy honey bee savior / isn’t that all our names? their meanings / their sounds / within / without : bewitching

but these names, hyphenated / they’re curling like islands / our names, they’re islands / soil to our feet & hands & eyes & hair & brownness & skin & tongues & words // they’re words

let’s take these words, love
& let’s make a world

let’s create the sea / meeting like language spreading across a page // across our bodies // across silence // across an ocean // across land & body & our bewitching sea




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