words full of holes aching

Locate I 

love you some- 

where in 

teeth and 

eyes, bite 

it but 

take care not 

to hurt, you 

want so 

 

much so 

little. Words 

say everything. 

 

I 

love you 

again, 

 

then what 

is emptiness 

for. To 

 

fill, fill. 

I heard words  

and words full 

 

of holes 

aching. Speech 

is a mouth. 

 

[Robert Creeley {1926-2005} ‘The Language’, from The Penguin Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Poetry]