your mouth
i remember your mouth
its full swell of lip
almost a girl’s
and oh those kisses
those whole grain kisses
lacing
my blue, blue ruin.
and oh the rythms
the casual rhythms of your tongue
sharpening, sharpening my body
and later the white whispers
that
unraveled
a brittle, brittle silence
i remember your mouth
pressed soft
pressed cool
pressed mute
against my neck
when the poetry was gone
February 26th, 2006 9:40 am
What a marvelously constructed poem. Amazingly erotic and stimulating. This woman is a goddess.
March 3rd, 2006 11:41 am
Angela, you should be published! I am on my knees, singing your praises. You are a treasure.
March 12th, 2006 4:12 pm
fanks, guys!
March 14th, 2006 3:48 am
Better than anything in my lit course! Publish soon!
January 8th, 2010 2:36 pm
Wow. You are gifted.