I want to be as close to you
as the name San Juan de Aznalfarache
when you struggle to say it. A tune in the head
you can’t forget. A name
full of vitamins. A word so rich
that I catch in your fillings. A rhythm,
a taste. A place
where, once, a poet was king
of Mudejar origin. San Juan
de Aznalfarache. San
Juan de Aznalfarache. Stumble,
stutter me before moving on
to the African citadels. Make your tongue
touch, ever so gently, the back of your teeth.
No. Let me show you. Like this.
from Sparrow Tree (Bloodaxe, 2011), © Gwyneth Lewis 2011, used by permission of the author.