Space Kus

& if i ever do learn a word of dutch      as in really learn it learn its body           then the only word i want to know                is kus this beautiful word for a kiss           or is it to kiss as in the verb to be      to be a stranger in the mouth of another language another way of      breathing after all isn't that just           another way of writing language                the way the mind breathes air &           creates tangible concepts like to      be as in i am or we are they're not & then to move on to know plurals      as in kussen the verb couple to be           a pair of kisses against my lips as                in the curve of this chocolate egg           to know space between two kisses      & to understand the possibility of breathing meaning into chocolate      chickens or word lovers in dutch           after all there are several points at                which our languages rest against           each other like two tired bicyclists      kissing forever in a quiet lane & to know the space of this space      the physical meaning of a word not           meant to live in a dictionary but in                the mouth to move through dutch           like stars through unexplored space      after all isn't language like a shiny spaceship forever tumbling toward      the kus the kussen the be the to be           bright & exploding stars our lives                full of curved static words we wish           to move between like stations on      space lines our destination kussen & if i ever learn the word for kus      in my own half language in which           i could have been born to be to not                be heard to speak without hearing           the smack of that kus against the      porthole spaces to hear it coming or departing perhaps upon arrival      i will breathe that air called dutch           & know its velocity its private kus                in between kussen as soft shadows           born of lips parse what is felt into      being to be i am to kiss to be alive