scall

I'd like to drink you with my palms,
press the heels of my hands into your eye sockets
and hold your forehead for a while.
press the edges of my fingertips into your veins,
I'd like to catch all the fluid
I would

take it into my own
bloodstream, siphon it through my
heart-thing
round and round
all sixty two
thousand
miles of me. Until I felt
purple from the
red-and-blueofitall

then I'd have a
crooked-er smile,
I'd stay in the water for longer.
I'd speak dog and
bird and
I'd speak.