"Our conversation" | 3

I'll not presume to describe   all the deep affections
she shared with me   except to note this much
she loved conceits   & raged at imperfections
my sense of joy   grew vocal at her touch

she taught me about   the mouth & tongue & lips
& the glottis   & the palate   & the teeth
her lips would drip me wine   in lucious sips
clasping her breast   I'd grasp the heart beneath

we passed though myriad moods   our conversation
went on for weeks at a stretch   lost to the world
sometimes it seemed   the only information
I'd absorb were in   the notes   her fine hand curled

into mystic tubes   she'd slip   under my door
I'd savor each syllable's flavor   & hope for more