A Poem: Articulating “Love”

when you say the word love
tell me, does your tongue
strike your incisors
like a mallet to a drum?
does it drop in transition
and later then assume
a transverse position
as it settles in the womb?
does your mouth open up like
a butterfly cocoon
or a dragon fruit flower,
blowing kisses to the moon?
do you bite your lower lip
as if love could be consumed
with a frication between petals
where love begins to bloom?