Free verse № 1500
every bite remembers in my skin
every bite remembers in my skin
the mouth of your's, your lips, your teeth,
your tongue plunging like my flesh is cream.
now they whisper
in my neck and chest and arms
when you come close.
i could forget with time and others
but for the reminding i receive
from every point you touched.
they can only remember,
in a chorus of small desires
that you planted and i carry.
3 comments
tongue plunging into cream isn't an image I grok.
this poem reads jerkily, almost painfully, but... that works. I think I'd still prefer it if it flowed more easily, but. that might just be me.
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