I love you
I think it
To you
Sixty times an hour
Sixty times a minute

I will say it with my lips
And my tongue on my teeth
(You will be in my mouth
And I will be in your ears
My love will seep into your soul
My soul drenched in love)
And the circle, deeper,
At the end
Is the beginning

And if we are together
Not talking on the phone
Then
We will trade souls
Back and forth
And we won't be able to tell
Which is speaking
And this circle will be the end and the beginning and the middle
And other parts and wholes and unidentified things
Like selves