When I open my mouth, To open my vowels To sing songs in your strange and beautiful language so much like you I open my heart. Wide for you. You come in like Christmas morning. Deep green and red, Warm With fireglow, air thick with bread baking, Full of hope and promise. Stay awhile. Climb into bed and wake me. Push your cold feet Under my warm stomach Between my legs On my back Wherever it pleases you. Wake me and show me What is under our tree.