Your words
Carl Gladish
Tell me your words
Tell me fish words
of your slow cold mornings
under purple sea-heavens;
tell of your old red swim
upriver and your
senile oblivion;
tell me whale words
of your salty dives
and the drunken pleasure
of the pressure and dark;
tell of your warm breath
and the soft reminding
brush of your calf beside;
tell me wolf words
of your midnight shame
and howl of regret;
tell me eagle words
of your benevolence
and your exact killing;
tell me man words
of gentle glances
and of hope;
tell of waking in a soft light
next to your love