we fit
like small
puzzle pieces
tiny things who
together
create a whole
like two
pieces of shard glass
whose seams seem
to fuse
together
and held there
with strong hands
look like
they were never broken
we breathe fresh
air into our suffocated
mouths and speak
such long Anishnaabe
words we trace
across our flesh
our sore skins stretch
to their edges
our lips parch raw but
we keep kissing anyway
smooth Anishnaabe
words move in
and out of time
waft through
our bodies as sure as
smoke
every word beautiful
when it falls off
your lips
when I catch it
with my tongue
when I kiss you so long
I think your taste
will never leave
my mouth
2.
your tongue digs
new passages
between
my lips
carves circles
on the roof of my mouth
hieroglyphics for historians
to find
you draw out
each sound
one
by one
each letter hinges
between
our breath
silky Anishnaabe
words that read
like poems
the sound of your fingers through my hair
madwebagaasin
the same word as
the sound of wind through the trees
madwebagaasin
my favourite poems
are always the ones
I don’t fully
understand
Katharena Vermette
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