come to me, in this cruel July heat.
tell me something i can believe.
tell it to me urgent and
remarkable so that it rattles
me pink.
tell it to me with your words pouring out
in large amount, like
windfall, swelling and
swelling.
tell it to me enormous.
sing it like hymn
—like sift song
whistle it into my hair and
all over.
make it a soft bed i can lie in— this body in so much need.
tell me something i can hear,
clear and in good sentences.
tell it so i know it.
make me understand.
tell it, wholly and heart first.
tell it tongue and teeth and with the sweet of your cock.
tell it with the hot smell of joy
and everything showing.
tell it to me like that, with your fool hung out.
tell it to me strange and unfamiliar and without your eyes held closed.
tell it with all of your voice and in comfortable sort.
tell it clever, tell it good.
tell it with our bodies still touching, what this love comes to.
#thelightoffireflies, t. bennett © copyright 2019
