The words ask for exploration; the landscape of the body
with the touch of another’s
we share the curiosity of cartographers
in a new land mysterious etchings of symbols across skin
blue veins encase the bone.
The poem asks for response but the language is unknown
What is the incantation
turned into red wine dried at the bottom of a cup?
What makes a word?
Is it the adjective?
Is it the way it is whispered in dark?
Back in bed, the lovers explore the echoing
caves; carrying a magic quality
the zetetic process of a kiss- an inquiry into taste
they vellicate at the brush of eyelash against skin.
Previously published in Transfer Magazine (SFSU)