Thursday, February 28, 2008

Let Me Kiss Your Tongue

Let Me Kiss Your Tongue

What happened next, I love.

No questions. You did not hesitate.

Someone may have had something to ask.

But, oh. Dearest.

In that certain darkness, my eyelashes playing horizon
Drinking, drank up the spectacle of that glistening muscle

Emerging from your full-wet lips,

On my sentence.
No clarification.

The tip of it.

There on the atlas of you.

And I wrapped my lips on it.

Drawing off, to full blindness.

You, as sightless as I then, moaned.

Funny, something so concerned
With a certain sense, one of the five

Knocks out others, so essential.
And blind we rolled.

You are not someone.

You are you.

It was a test, by the way.

One which you could not have failed.

And did not.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008

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