Make love to me in spanish. Not with that other tongue.
I want you to juntito a mi, tender like the language crooned to babies.
I want to be that lullabied, mi bien querido, that loved.
I want you inside the mouth of my heart, Inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of mango, In the gold that dangles from my ears and neck.
Say my name. Say it.
The way its supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
Even before I knew you.