I'm so tired of wanting you

I'm so tired of wanting you--but I can't sleep,
I've been writing letters,
I've been licking envelopes,
I cut my tongue.

The wish keeps bleeding,
the words keep beading into meaning --
the days I've spent since our last meeting
keep begging to leap into your hands.
All the secrets that might have won your love
now crowd out between my teeth,
tumble in pathetic pleading.

I must mend myself instead,
wince and spit into a handkerchief.
It stings to speak,red on my lips.

Aren't I much more lovely like this?
Oh, wouldn't you like a kiss?