I like talking with you, simply that:
conversing, a turning-with or-around, as in
your turning around to face me
suddenly, saying Come, and I turn
with you, for sometime
hand under my under-things,
and you telling me
what you would do, where
on what part of my body
you might talk to me differently.
At your turning,
each part of my body turns to verb.
We are the opposite of
tongue-tied, as if there were such an
antonym; we are synonyms
for limbs’ loosening of syntax,
and yet turn to nothing; It’s just talk.
“Talk, You,” by Evan Zimroth