two of the poems i wrote for you just know

1.
i can see now that this has become an affair
of one line getting on top of the next
or under or between

and the real of it all is i love the way
you pronounce yourself
and how your syllables taste
and so on

and look how our words get on together so well
and so sweet

2.
but
and i say but
because
but i do but go chasing
my own tale
into the curl of your lap
like milk in a bowl
by the tongue of a cat