I love you. You can keep this in your mouth. I love you In your wrists Behind your eyes I love you in your nerves Your shin-bones. It’s yours. And my feet are yours Small, cold. My blood yours. Teeth. They bite a thousand little pearls My kisses. I love you In the dust of war. I love your prostrate body, mouth pressed not to a cross but my words, not to die Not to die. You live with me, my parakeet, my svelte bird, you live. In the dust. I will say my words again So they are clean. On your stomach on the ground I love you. In the soldier night I love you. At the front men sit, male, alone, you touch yourself because I love you. Your throat because I love you there. The days are moving. Come back To my touch and the wind and the rain, the pregnant clouds, to me. Come back and leave your army to watch over itself. Leave the front When it is time, there is more to see yet I carry the silence of you there I love you. You know. Next time you can ask Your bones. Your bones.
