she speaks in tongues

when you talk,
i study the way
your lips shape sentences
and i count each syllable
like a mother
listens to the pulse
of a newborn's heartbeat.

and i wonder
what those lips would look like
whispering secrets to me
as we teach each other
how to speak
the dialect of our desire.

when you talk,
i am tempted
to touch your mouth
as you form new words
then sound out the shape
of each accent,
sweetened by your voice.

i want to
walk in on you
eating an apple,
then wet your lips
with limitless kisses.