always you i loved in english
but there in the love of all things you,
i love in spanish and parlez-vous too
in a way poor in results but sincerely determined
and interminably sincere

mandarin chinese gums love nicely
navajo is magic no matter your vices
i can love you in latin until
you i ove-lay in ig-pay atin-lay

and in the labels of medicines “drink me” and “eat me”
like Alice in Wonderland more than ever to stay alive
and in how they read an ultrasound
to say the baby still has a heartbeat

and in folds and genitals of books clasping
love-tales, and in the falling-over of
downed trees of devotion, the forest entire

and plants and animals every every
they all know love isn’t word or sound

it’s an atomic poem in the pulled-up bootstraps
of your life. you did that! it’s the meter of your soul
in your all-said and never-said and even
muteness. some love is

because no language can measure
the library and the grail of the forever—
beloved bible of holy holy you