I ask...

the husky voice
the difficulty understanding
and the words taken under my wing, 
your words made mine
as your prism rotates 
on the axis of time 
your words made mine
and my body the words
in your mouth
as they dilute with
thoughts I do not utter
it was never the body
it is always the words
as they slowly linger
in between my 
worn out breasts
and drip
accumulating in my navel
overflowing 
in a thin stream
onto the center of me
gliding guiding dictionaries
and poems
and letters
and lips
all in the same direction
simply to be born
for there is where
you 
are
born...


can you still hear me????