Bon Nuit

You told me goodnight in five different languages

Sleep clung to the edges of our eyes, and of our lips

As your voice scratched out the words

Hoarse from loving and laughing, at each other and with each other

I asked you to repeat it in Russian, your native tongue

I wanted to hear again

How your tongue formed the words,

Wanted to watch your lips push them out

I love to watch what your mouth can do.

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