When we first met we were inarticulate.
Words fell from our lips like the clothes
Of lovers strewn across the floor
On the way down the hall to the bedroom.
Love was a sock I lost under the covers
Desire a belt that the dog carried off
I keep finding purple barrettes under my pillows
Arranged in the strange configurations
Of a sacred lost lexicon.
While I’m sleeping they whisper
The words only I can decipher