If you can seduce me with words
If Whitman arouses my body
If you speak softly of politics
Passionately about dreams
If you dream of my lips on your neck
If you talk of poetry without verse
If you're versed in love
If your words go cold
When our eyes are warm in dim light
Words wrapped loosely on your tongue
And hands firm on the lower of my back
If you speak to convey truth
Concealed with the lust of two bodies
I would delight to oblige
In conversation