The poetics of her poetry

are essential to my vocabulary.

I study the way she uses words

and how words accessorize her smile.

It makes me want to get lost

in her conversation for awhile.

Lost on top of and in between

soft spoken syllables

until our tongues find the proper place

for Latin derivatives.

I like to feel her, when she’s feeling me;

 love it when she says, slow down baby

’cause I know where that leads.

Her quid to my pro quo

Because that which she has

Is the this that I need

No disrespect intended

I am willing to just listen

‘cause her spoken word

does unspeakable things to me.

Shh… as she tastes inserted fingers

in her partially parted lips   

Listen how penetrative silence

creates vibrated verses.