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.
Note: Back in 2007, Heather McHugh and I exchanged ideas about erotic poems. "The Language" by Robert Creeley [pictured above left] is one of the poems that Heather praised. — DL