TEACH ME

Teach me to flow in the bellies of your love,
in the stream of your warmth
Teach me to flatter you,
till the masseter of cheeks bulge in red
Teach me to roll your eyes,
for I have solely become the lids upon them
Teach me to laugh with you,
that the echo thereof burrows to the sky
Teach me to say your name,
that every mention of it turns a subconscious tickle
Teach me to lay with you,
that every second we're apart, my presence is engrained in you
Teach me to pray with you,
that our voice as one can speed up answers from above
Teach me to walk with you,
that we may hold hands in solitary places
Teach me your language,
that at last we can converse in signs.