what did your lover promise behind the lids of her eyes what music
a place where a charge for
it doesn't matter that it's not your name
what matters is that it calls you what matters is out there
somebody yearns for you tongues your name and then
she referred to them as lovers as if they handled love
with their bare hands wet slo-pitched gloveless tongue
in groove a love lit and lowered it glowered
and it wormed some body else's lover called me this morning
his voice heavy with it but me i don't touch the mud
so what shall i do with your knocking it is you that i love
it is you that i love
and what shall i do with what you whispered
in both ears so much so much
and that one mooring you lifting a worm-girl out
of a boat out past the waves out past her own small fragile
body and then your name or your not-name
but spoken as you've never heard it spoken
before they have never loved you
the way you wanted to be loved they have never lifted you
above the water how small whatyouareaskingfor and how large
their denial yourfatheryourbrotheryourwormyourwife