The Language

By Robert Creeley
Locate I
love you some-
where in

teeth and   
eyes, bite   
it but

take care not   
to hurt, you   
want so

much so   
little. Words   
say everything.

I
love you
again,

then what   
is emptiness   
for. To

fill, fill.
I heard words   
and words full

of holes   
aching. Speech   
is a mouth.

Copyright Credit: Robert Creeley, “The Language” from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975. Copyright © 1992 by the Regents of the University of California. Reprinted with the permission of the University of California Press, www.ucpress.edu. Permission conveyed through Copyright Clearance Center, Inc.
Source: The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley 1945-1975 (University of California Press, 2006)