I Want

I want language to leap
from my lips,
a rocket of love caressing
and crossing enemy lines,

I want words to hold
bare truth
and straight talk
with you
and you
and yes,
even you---
dawn’s rosy pool
of evaporating dew
lapping up apple blossom’s
pinkish,
openly
reaching
beseeching
arms.

Human language
is the tenderness
of fruit trees
silently waiting
for the sharp
sweet pang,
the pitched high wail
of destiny’s child
birthed into being today
in the gorgeously
slanting,
dew-dropping
sunshine
of May……