Tuesday, December 4, 2012

of his mouth

you annihilate my sleep
the spoken spanish word
was only a passing minor thought
then you whispered
a casual word
a drunken sentence
i started to wait and anticipate
in a moment of auditory ecstasy
you read Neruda to me at 4 am
it was soft and languid
your full lips
and tongue on the roof of your mouth
gently, purposefully forming the words
closing my eyes to imagine them
and their meaning
in my mind's eye
to memorize
the beauty in that moment
the ebb and flow of those words and sounds
i crave the understated intensity of your voice
reading Neruda's thoughts on a woman's body
i crave you
while you annihilate my sleep