nagoonberry

Since meeting you

aphasia:

this greedy, throaty, thirst for words
that comes to nothing.

In your presence, reduced to this gritty need,

I scour

which leaves my brain raw and produces only one word
with no meaning

my tongue articulates in anticipation:
the blade at the back of my teeth
the stalk arched and rising

yet the only word produced

Glinted

is composed of phonemes
hard, harsh and gliding