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I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutterals"
- Wallace Stevens
And how she whispers them demands a description:
The waving of mouth, tongue flicking at its roof,
And the lips etched with rivers while her nose
Sips from the air its enveloping moments of breath.
And in all the words there is single and double
As in all language when there is tongue to trap,
As in her whole creation when this speaks at one mouth
And her life falls to order in the first utterance.
Are his ears two shells ready to turn into sea
The liquid L's of her love? Do these flood
Like the luminous foam, drawing senses away
From the darkness they crown? Yes, he is touched by her sea.
And notice the chage: she has whispered, and for him
The world of the raised voice has vanished and her other has mounted;
For his ears are now trained on quietness that is her throat
And sift the silence for her faintest pulses.
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