Poem: The Accent in a Word

The way you say it.

Maybe it’s the vowel that’s so attractive
or the way your lips move.
I can see exactly what I want to taste.

There are those who have reminded me of home,
but you remind me of the home that never was.

A harboring burden about the meaning,
but when you say it, there’s no significance

It’s just your mouth, voice, words,
in my hands.