The Language of Your Movement

The Language of Your Movement
by Benjamin Larson
The word I want from you is small,
fit for a pocket watch.
When you speak your sound,
the air will word me
like a wheeled dictionary,
and leave my ears spinning,
as if the message I hear falls
under a carriage of words.
And I will pulse my ear,
and hope for your caress
in the nape of articulation
exhaling from your tongue.
I will try to be careful
not to push your mouth
with the hands of my stomach.
I want the air to waver
somewhere between the word
bereft of sound, and sound
that tastes like the deep
of your vocabulary-mouth.
This word, the word I want
from you is small.