Acacia

Teach me new words and
I'll wrap them around my neck, warm
in long winters
and whistle them into dandelions' ears
in careless summers, white

You teach me new words
and I'll lead you when they play salsa,
untie you if a spider strokes your limbs

You teach me new words
and  I'll sing them back to you,
and make a lonesome
street lamp wink at you, yellow
if not a star fleeing
from the auction table of the skies

You teach me new words
and I'll draw real flowers, heartred
sticking out from a frozen painting

You climb up to your attic
open the window shades, black
and I'll land the sun on your forehead