Tongues
Pic: Gaelle Marcel I harbour the taste of your tongue Buds weighed down like the after-rain morn The sweetness of your breath puffs my lungs Shattering the seal of my sanity to permit me one more breath Our words intertwined When I speak you sound Riddling my glands with your passion Washing my walls with your wet canvass I’ve been kissed before, never consumed My eyes shut, never blinded But your lips demand, they command Folding, tucking, rousing and exploding my being
