-are words that lovers say with their skin
inside night’s space, where thoughts are without form.
-are words the dying person forms in his throat
and never gets said before the candles have burned down.
-are words the fetus says when it dreams
about sounds it cannot hear and colors it doesn’t know.
-are words the wind says to the tree and sorrows
say to our heart.
-words that were here before words were created,
words that the earth is made of
and that the stars exhale as light
in their timeless breathing.