acrostic II

sometimes i look up into the night

and get dizzy.

thinking of where you may be.

that smile i don't know.

drop,

words,

is this what

you mean?

do you continue

gambling

on meaning?

seismic shifts felt

like the line

of alpine ridge

of teeth

of fireblasted hills:

words i love you.

make my heart your own.

call it across the inanimate water and

call it again.  name each pulse,

that behind the ear 

that at the ankle.

tell me my body

part by part and

thus remake me

in your mouth.

take even my fingers

from me.

take even the curve

of my neck.

take away 

even the shadow

of my blood

in its vein.