Untitled Poem No. 3

When can I drink you, my wine?
Let my lips touch your lips
    and make you a part of my self?
Advance through these veins and conquer
    all of me
From the toes that love to touch your
    toes to my knees that sometimes
    shake to the brain and bits of system
    that explode when I am with you.
When I am shy, loosen my tongue.
When I am a poet, fasten it tight.
That for once I might be silent
Then, at last, you will be mine.