They Part with Structured Tongues--

Made up of the regions of flavor,
as well the places which contact the palette
or the teeth to make sounds--the delicacies
of the imagined petals of a flower.
Pick whichever you like, they are wild,

As well mild, the eyes of young animals,
even those we intend to eat.
As well folded; the loves kept within her sheets
until the Spring, when they are hung out on lines
and parted as curtains in those breezes

for her to step out between
in a grand entrance to her unwitting play.
And you shall wave as a tree's branch
on the end of her symmetry, eyes to lips,
and darting away again to find the edge of a smile.

Such is an encounter with her, the heat of it,
As well a promise that you will find her sadness
at the center of your fourth long vowel
She casts her eyes away.
This is when you linger

On the line of her neck--
Imagine speaking a word,
As well fall into that silence as she groans:

Tell me of the those places you have long visited
in your heart, and I will show you
where my feet have taken me. And perhaps we
will meet in one of these spaces, and there breathe
a completion to that journey...

And only then will you form a perfect word to describe her.