Teach me your tongue,
the language of your world —
the gentle curve of apostrophe —
as I delight in your words.
Tease me with your accent,
whisper my name under your breath —
the delicate elide of syllables —
as my lips follow yours.
Tantalise me with sound,
gentle intonations to emphasise
the gasping slide of exclamation,
as I slip off your tongue.
Touch me with your dialect.
The linguist you are
parsing me —
as we create new words together.
© Erin Hilder