Desire by Joy Harjo

Say I chew desire and water is an explosion

of sure wings in my mouth.

Say it tastes of you.

Say I could drown because you left

for the time it takes a blackbird to understand

a pine tree. 

Say we enter the pine woods at dawn.

We never slept and the only opium we smoked

was what became of our mingled breath.

Say the stars have never learned

to say good-bye. (One is a jewel

of blue magic in your perfect ear.)

Say all of this is true and more

then there are blackbirds

in a heaven of blackbirds.