Words Are Just The Cousin Of Desire

I open the book of your poems
pry open its sweetness like thighs

the pocket of a verb
lashes its angel to hue

a tough word oppresses
a weaker word

two strangers in the same well
look up and smile

the childish faces of your poem
sometimes die of hunger and rightly so you say

dog poem cabrito poem
your father’s poem the husband you divorced poem

the cloud-stricken chaparral
pinches your nipples

god how I want to creep
against your sweat unnoticed