Again, I love words.
I have a list of my top favorite words of all time.
I just like the way they sound.
Like facetious is one of my favorite words
ever because it doesn't sound the way you spell it,
and also just what it means.
So anyway, I have a list of top 10 words.
My students always make fun of me.
So a lover of words means logophile.
And so this poem is called "Logophile,"
and this is for word lovers.
"You like the way my lips come together
when I say the word serendipity, something about the letter
P coming together just to be pulled apart
again to complete the word.
What about postmeridian?
Begins together, ends together.
It doesn't count.
It's two words you mumbled under the goose feather comforter.
Corruption is better.
The tongue has a bit of a solo before acquiescing.
The morning sunshine intruded our conversation
and barren apartment walls as candle wax trickled
over wine bottlenecks."