forgive me please but do repeat what youve said   while its fresh in your head   the way those consonants stretched (quick!)   before you forget   wait there thats it just   at the split of your lips   before your tongue gives to lisp   wearing that sweet sinful slip   spins a crippling ellipse   a swell of strings sing neath   the pleats of my dress   which speeds what beats neath my breast   until the song they suggest   taps traces of wet   what wake that shape did make conducting the way   they phrase this endless refrain   and for the next several days   im braced neath the waist      creased of these sheets   and half asleep it seems to speak through me   the sweet symphony   might simply be the sound of space between   conceived of where we meet      might pure proximity then cease to restrict   that which exists of such bliss   where that it rings of all things   with strict consonance      bless we with breath lest we forget   what you said   to loose this noise in my head   for that in flesh unto death   might we seamlessly blend   and should i pass away   i pray a tape be lain upon my grave   and these sweet remains may play that melody   to say whats left between these knees at ease