Oh baby. I want to sink, evaporate, sublime, vanish from this moment and come alive in you.
Should I sigh and take your name
Or should I take your name and sigh.
What will shock you more?
What will make you fall down weak, and complete in sheer disbelieve?


Now I am lying on a bed of letters the words and lines flying above me.
And something passes by and the sun in my eyes and I close my eyes.
I see a bloody image of you smiling.
And my heart aches no more.

THE LANGUAGE

Locate I
love you some-
where in

teeth and
eyes, bite
it but

take care not
to hurt, you
want so

much so
little. Words
say everything.

I
love you
again,

then what
is emptiness
for. To

fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.

© 1987 Robert Creeley

How can someone not love this poem.
It is burned into my skin now.