May I master love, undo its luster
do in the thing that makes us lust? 
May I speed through the body’s sinew 
to marrow? Or is toiling a part of 
the gaining of trust? May I pare and narrow 
your body down, and open it to my 
cupidity’s arrow? May I find my 
response to body’s unanswered call, 
(if the want leaves you wanting, at all)?

Copyright @ 2014 by Hannah Sanghee Park. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on July 22, 2014.

About this Poem

“This is a two-part poem, the ‘Q’ of a ‘Q&A.’ The speaker is urgent, urging this line of inquiry to get to the heart of the matter. ‘&A’ will answer in the way all matters of the heart are answered: with patience.”

— Hannah Sanghee Park