Tell me,

She says,

You’re a poet

But I am not sure

Words are a weaker medium

Than bodies

Or sounds

Or night

The way you recount

Your day to me

Slowly rebraiding my hair

Carefully rolling cigarettes

Or how whispers find

Their way into 

The inner chambers

What do I tell you jaan

I am learning about poems

From you and Neruda

And the protective eyes of waitresses

Yes, learning all over again

Love takes time

So I put in time

With these poems

And poems

And time

Are great dance partners