Luminous liminal space
Of language
Where I say something and wait
In the in between to see
If you will waltz with me
To see if you know the game
Where we devolve into no meaning
Just a thick soup of text
Context pretext
Lust and thick tongues
All mixed up and
The butter sounds like my heart
The bread is eating bread
The wagging words of children
Playing in and with the world
Skirting along dress hems in corn fields
Give me back my body
Young man
I smell you in the doorway
I miss you when you stop talking.