Sometimes it is that easy to call a thing that’s been with you so very long.
Other things are simply hard to hold down and they do the calling.

Your lips on my neck…
Your words in the kitchen…
And I lost thought, wanted
To stop thinking suddenly
Awash with desire sealing
What I would ask from you.

I set aside confusion that
Forms tears of inarticulate
Tries. How can I voice
What I don’t know I want.