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