Playing with mirror

“How Delicious to Say It,

to allow it like hibiscus to wend over the tonguewhere it opens at the gate, lending its red, unknowabletaste. What wonder the palate may embrace – in a flickbehind the teeth: loquacious, Liebchen, Schätzchen.Let us praise the labium that shapes such syllables, andparlay of their attendant assumptions like a shuttlecockstruck back and forth over its simple backyard net.Let us not neglect, but laud the mature mouth readyfor more than a dollop, the spoonful of lip, loon,April, billow, or some simple pronoun. No. It wants jouissance,Dostoevsky, provocations heating the exchange, saychipotles in the chocolate. Consider the uvular awakeningsof the day, the throat stretched to signify its pleasure and release.Your name spun through the reel, wound up from the bassof me. How I want to say it, and hear my own, again.