I could hold you,
in the space between
my tongue & gums & teeth,
scratching out the syllables
of your name
'til it turns to silk,
and make a home out of it
10: hold you
I could hold you,
in the space between
my tongue & gums & teeth,
scratching out the syllables
of your name
'til it turns to silk,
and make a home out of it
